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HELP AND FAST !
I need to memorize a poem for school !
It has to be at least 10 lines and
published by an actually author. I was hoping to use one of the guy's peoms that Noah reads in The Notebook. However anything else will do.
Does anyone have any easy , school apporpriate poems that I would memorize? Rember they have to be by a real author. THANKS!!
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this poem is the one Cameron Diaz reads in "In Her Shoes" it seems long but if you read it, it's easy and its a great poem by E.E. Cummings.
i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it
anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling
i fear not fate
for you are my fate,my sweet
i want no world
for beautiful you are my world, my true
and it's you are
whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder
that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart, i carry it in my heart
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Shakespeare's sonnets are good - 14 lines each.
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I like 130 in particular.
There is Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night."
There is "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost ('and miles to go before I sleep.')
There are an abundance of good poems and poets out there.
I don't know what is read in the notebook. Sorry.
Sabine
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The Notebook Poems
Dylan Thomas: The Notebook Poems 1930 – 34 Edited by Ralph Maud (London: Everyman, 1999)
Dylan Thomas began the first of his existing notebooks at the age of fifteen whilst living at 5 Cwmdonkin Drive, Swansea. They continued until he was nineteen, and stopped as he began to select poems from them for his first collection, 18 Poems, which was published in 1934. Poems from the notebooks also formed the basis of Twenty Five Poems (1936) and contributed to The Map of Love (1939) and Deaths and Entrances (1946).
These are the titles of all the poems published in The Notebook Poems. First lines are given when the poem is untitled.
Juvenilia from Manuscripts:
The Mishap
The Maniac
Song to a Child at Night-Time
You hold the ilex by its stem
Verse from Swansea Grammar School Magazine:
A Ballad of Salad
Request to an Obliging Poet
In Borrowed Plumes
The Sincerest Form of Flattery
The Callous Stars
Two Decorations
Poems from the story, ‘The Fight’
Frivolous is my hate
Warp
The Grass Blade’s Psalm
One has found a delicate power
The shepherd blew upon his reed
The Shepherd to his Lass
The rod can lift its twining head
1930 Notebook:
Osiris, Come to Isis
The lion-fruit goes from my thumb
Poem Written on the Death of a Very Dear Illusion
You shall not despair
My vitality overwhelms you
And so the New Love Came
On Watching Goldfish
The lion, lapping the water
I Am Aware
My river, even though it lifts
The corn blows from side to side lightly
We will be conscious of our sanctity
I have come to catch your voice
My love is deep night
When your furious motion is steadied,
No thought can trouble my unwholesome pose
The hill or sea and sky is carried
So I sink myself in the moment
No, pigeon, I’m too wise
The cavern shelters me from harm
Woman on Tapestry
Pillar breaks, and mask is cleft
It’s light that makes the intervals
Let me escape
Oh, dear, angelic time – go on
And the ghost rose up to interrogate
When I allow myself to fly
Admit the Sun
A Section of a Poem called ‘Hassan’s Journey into the World’
I know this vicious minute’s hour
Claudetta, You, and Me
Come, black-tressed Claudetta, home
Cool, oh no cool
They brought you mandolins
The air you breathe encroaches
When all your tunes have caused
Written in a classroom
Hand in hand Orpheus
I, poor romantic, held her heel
Oh! the children run towards the door
Tether the first thought, if you will
How shall the animal
1930-32 Notebook
This love – perhaps I overrate it
Today, this hour I breathe
Sometimes the sky’s too bright
Here is the bright green sea,
My golden bird, the sun
Live in my living
Rain cuts the place we tread
The morning, space for Leda
The spire cranes; its statue
Cool may she find the day
Yesterday, the cherry sun
Time enough to rot
Conceive these images in air
You be my hermaphrodite in logic
Until the light is less
The neophyte, baptized in smiles
To be encompassed by the brilliant earth
Who is to mar
The natural day and night
Although through my bewildered way
High on a hill
Refract the lady, drown the profiteer
Into be home from home
If the lady from the casino
Through sober to the truth when
It is the wrong, the hurt, the mineral
Even the voice will not last
True love’s inflated; from a truthful shape
Since, on a quiet night, I heard them talk
They are the only dead who did not love
Have hold on my heart utterly
The caterpillar is with child
Foot, head, or traces
Or be my paramour or die
The womb and the woman’s grave
Let Sheba bear a love for Solomon
There was one world and there is another
For us there cannot be a welcome
An end to substance in decay’s a sequence
Why is the blood red and the grass green
Have cheated constancy
There’s plenty in the world that doth not die
This time took has much
Which of you put out his rising
Written for a Personal Epitaph
When you have ground such beauty down to dust
Sever from what I trust
Never to reach the oblivious dark
Introductory poem
Take up this seed, it is most beautiful
There in her tears were laughter and tears again
How can the knotted root
Children of darkness got no wings
It’s not in misery but in oblivion
What lunatic’s whored after shadow
Here is a fact for my teeth
Any matter move it to conclusion
Too long, skeleton, death’s risen
No man knows loveliness at all
Do thou heed me, cinnamon smelling
They said, tired of trafficking
Be silent let who will
Being but men, we walked into the trees
The hunchback in the park
Out of the sighs a love comes
At last, in hail and rain
Upon your held-out hand
Nearly summer, and the devil
Pome
Were that enough, enough to ease the pain
Typescript poems:
Walking in gardens by the sides
Now the thirst parches lip and tongue
Lift up your face, light
Let it be known that little live but lies
The midnight road, though young man tread unknowing
With windmills turning wrong directions
The gossipers have lowered their voices
Especially when the November wind
February 1933 Notebook:
Sweet as the comets’ kiss night sealed
It is death though I have died
Had she not loved me at the beginning
Before the gas fades with a harsh last bubble
Hold on, whatever slips beyond the edge
After the funeral, mule praises, brays
We who were young are old. It is the oldest cry
To take to give is all, return what given
No faith to fix the teeth on carries
Out of a war of wits, when folly of words
In wasting one drop from the heart’s honey cells
With all the fever of the August months
Their faces shone under some radiance
See, on gravel paths under the harpstrung trees
Make me a mask to shut from razor glances
To follow the fox at the hounds’ tails
The ploughman’s gone, the hansom driver
Light, I know, treads the ten million stars
My body knows it wants that, often high
And death shall have no dominion
Within his head revolved a little world
Not from this anger, anticlimax after
The first ten years in school and park
Pass through twelve stages, reach the fifth
First there was the lamb on knocking knees
We lying by seasand watching yellow
Before We Sinned
Now understand a state of being, heaven
Interrogating smile has spoken death
No man believes, when a star falls shot
When I lie in my bed and the moon lies in hers
The tombstone tells how she died
Why east wind chills and south wind cools
This is remembered when the hairs drop out
In me ten paradoxes make one truth
A woman wails her dead among the trees
Praise to the architects
Here in this spring, stars float along the void
A praise of acid or a chemist’s lotion
Too many times my same sick cry
We have the fairy tales by heart
Find meat on bones that soon have none
Ears in the turrets hear
The woman speaks:
Let the brain bear the hammering
The minute is a prisoner in the hour
Shall gods be said to thump the cloud
Matthias spat upon the lord
August 1933 Notebook
The hand that signed the paper felled a city
Let for one moment a faith statement
You are the ruler of this realm of flesh
That the sum saintly might add to nought
Grief, thief of time, crawls off
Shiloh’s seed shall not be sown
Before I knocked and flesh let enter
We see rise the secret wind behind the brain
Take the needles and the knives
Not forever shall the lord of the red hail
Before we mothernaked fall
The sun burns the morning, a bush in the brain
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
In the beginning was the three-pointed star
Love me, not as the dreamy nurses
For loss of blood I fell where stony hills
Jack, my father, let the knaves
The girl, unlacing, trusts her breast
Through these lashed rings set deep inside their hollows
Ape and ass both spit me forth
The eye of sleep turned on me like a moon
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
From love’s first fever to her plague, from the soft second
The almanac of time hangs in the brain
And from the first declension of the flesh
All that I owe the fellows of the grave
Here lie the beasts of man and here I feast
When once the twilight locks no longer
Light breaks where no sun shines
I fellowed sleep who kissed between the brains
See, says the lime, my wicked milks
This bread I break was once the oak
Your pain shall be music in your string
A process in the weather of the heart
Foster the light, nor veil the bushy sun
The shades of girls all flavoured from their shrouds
In this our age the gunman and his moll
Which is the world? Of my two sleepings, which
Where once the waters of your face
I see the boys of summer in their ruin
In the beginning was the three-pointed star
If I was tickled by the rub of love
Collateral Poems
I have not moulded this marble
Calling temerity to see
You too have seen the sun a bird of fire
That sanity be kept
That the sum sanity might add to nought
Do you not father me, nor the erected arm
Foster the light, nor veil the feeling moon
First I knew the lamb on knocking knees
You breath was shed
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