nonsuch Posted December 25, 2013 Report Share Posted December 25, 2013 As I enjoy most of the poems readers place in the Poetry Chain slot, I think other poetry readers might like a 'favourite sonnet' topic, that might encourage appreciation and discussion of an easily digestible mode. I never fail to be moved by the following: Sonnet 164 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possest, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts almost myself despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, (Like to the lark at break of day arising) From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. --William Shakespeare Quote Link to post Share on other sites
momac Posted December 25, 2013 Report Share Posted December 25, 2013 Thanks Nonsuch - hadn't read this before - a positive way to start off the day. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Kerry Posted December 25, 2013 Report Share Posted December 25, 2013 That's one of my favorites. Thank you, nonsuch! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Heather Posted February 16, 2014 Report Share Posted February 16, 2014 Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. Sonnet 66 - William Shakespeare I think this is my favourite, though how can you choose among so many gems? The trouble with this thread is that Shakespeare's sonnets are so fantastic it's hard to think of any others. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Heather Posted February 16, 2014 Report Share Posted February 16, 2014 Help! What's happened to the poetry chain? Nonsuch, you didn't accidentally delete it, did you? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
megustaleer Posted February 23, 2014 Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 Help! What's happened to the poetry chain? Nonsuch, you didn't accidentally delete it, did you? I'm working my way through all the post that have been made since I went into hospital at the end of January, and have just reached this one. Am now in panic mode - I have no idea what has happened to it! Not sure how to find out, either. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
grasshopper Posted February 23, 2014 Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 It's here http://www.bookgrouponline.com/topic/410-poetry-chain/page-118?hl=+poetry +chain This one is Sonnets don't panic All's well Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Heather Posted February 23, 2014 Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 All is not well! The Poetry Chain has been moved to 'Anything but books/Games, quizzes and links'. There is a big difference between it and the other 'link' games in there, which involve linking book or song titles. In order to contribute to the Poetry Chain you need to be able to think of a piece of poetry which contains one of the words in the previous post, and know it well enough to be able to find it again, either in a book or online. You then have the fun of looking at what other people post, whether it's an old favourite or something new to you. This is a game for poetry lovers, and it should be in 'Poetry and Drama' where it has always been. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
woofwoof Posted March 25, 2014 Report Share Posted March 25, 2014 I love sonnet 164 as well! Another favourite is this one by Tennyson's brother: Letty's Globe WHEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, And her young artless words began to flow,One day we gave the child a colour'd sphere Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,By tint and outline, all its sea and land. She patted all the world; old empires peep'dBetween her baby fingers; her soft hand Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap'd, And laugh'd and prattled in her world-wide bliss;But when we turn'd her sweet unlearned eyeOn our own isle, she raised a joyous cry--'Oh! yes, I see it, Letty's home is there!' And while she hid all England with a kiss,Bright over Europe fell her golden hair. Charles Tennyson Turner Quote Link to post Share on other sites
momac Posted March 25, 2014 Report Share Posted March 25, 2014 What a charming sonnet! Enjoyed it, could visualize it so well. . Quote Link to post Share on other sites
nonsuch Posted June 11, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 11, 2014 They bespoke doomsday and they meant it by God, their curved metal rimming the low ridge, But few appearances are like this. Once Every five hundred years a comet's Over-riding stillness might reveal men In such array, livid and featureless, With England crouched beastwise beneath it all. 'Oh, that old northern business ... ' A field After battle utters its own sound Which is like nothing on earth, but is earth, Blindly the questing snail, vulnerable Mole emerge, blindly we lie down, blindly Among carnage the most delicate souls Tup in their marriage-blood, gasping 'Jesus'. --Geoffrey Hill, 'Funeral Music,' Sonnet 3 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
momac Posted June 11, 2014 Report Share Posted June 11, 2014 This one not as uplifting as some, quite dark really. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
nonsuch Posted June 16, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 16, 2014 This one not as uplifting as some, quite dark really. I tend to go for 'dark' ones,Momac, especially Donne's and Hopkins'. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
momac Posted June 16, 2014 Report Share Posted June 16, 2014 I tend to go for 'dark' ones,Momac, especially Donne's and Hopkins'. Is there a reason you prefer the 'dark' ones? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
nonsuch Posted June 18, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 18, 2014 I wouldn't say I prefer the 'dark' sonnets, Momac. It's just that 'Death be not proud' and 'Wilt thou forgive that sin' are more haunting than 'Shall I compare thee ...' Perhaps I like looking at tortured souls rather than celebratory ones? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
srisathvika Posted September 1, 2015 Report Share Posted September 1, 2015 I like frienship sonnets, I like this sonnet post below, What does a real, true best friend mean to you?Someone that you share all your secrets with?Or someone that you are always close to?Are they like your twin, or is that a myth?True friends relate to you like no other.They’re the ones that I can tell my soul to.True friends are there to help one another.Through thick and thin, they’re always there for you.A true friend is like a precious flower,or an angel who lifts us to our feet.A bond, that keeps growing every hour,a friendship that never ends bittersweet.To me, true best friends are never apart.Maybe in distance, but never at heart. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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