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Some of my favourite poems

But the sea which no one tends is also a garden

Asphodel, That Greeny Flower by William Carlos Williams

First, The fish needs to say, “Something ain’t right about this Camel ride – And I’m Feeling so damn Thirsty.”

Hafiz

And we all say: OH! Well I never! Was there ever A Cat so clever As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

Mr Mistophelees by TS Eliot

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.

From: The Four Quartets by TS Eliot

In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.

Nizar Qabbani

But after a time allowed for it to swim, Instead of proving human when it neared And someone else additional to him, As a great buck it powerfully appeared, Pushing the crumpled water up ahead, And landed pouring like a waterfall, And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread, And forced the underbrush–and that was all.

The Most of It by Robert Frost

We are, I am, you are by cowardice or courage the one who find our way back to this scene carrying a knife, a camera a book of myths in which our names do not appear.

Diving into the wreck by Adrienne Rich

I prove a theorem and the house expands: the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling, the ceiling floats away with a sigh.

As the walls clear themselves of everything but transparency, the scent of carnations leaves with them. I am out in the open

And above the windows have hinged into butterflies, sunlight glinting where they’ve intersected. They are going to some point true and unproven.

Geometry by Rita Dove

An airborne instrument I sit, Predestined nightly to fulfill Columbia-Giesen-Management’s Unfathomable will,

By whose election justified, I bring my gospel of the Muse To fundamentalists, to nuns, to Gentiles and to Jews,

And daily, seven days a week, Before a local sense has jelled, From talking-site to talking-site Am jet-or-prop-propelled.

On the circuit by W.H. Auden

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