poetry

i would like to write but everything i want to write about may be too personal and more like a diary entry... i have a few of those stored up on my blog already... i love writing... i think i always have... i used to love writing poetry too... but have not tried it for some time... a teacher slew my desire for writing poetry ever again... rather easily i must say... just a few critical words was all it took... and i have been nursing my wounds ever since :)... it is time to be healed,  i suppose, but i don't even have the desire anymore... its more like i remember what it was like... i remember that i loved it... loved to feel the inspiration and words spilling out of me like a fountain... but i can't feel it anymore... its just sort of empty now... ah well... here are some lines of some of my favorite poetry

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The are of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent 

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day.  Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

.... (i like more of this poem but feel bad writing all of it)

Theodore Roethke 

The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I shall walk softly there,
and learn by going where I have to go

Elizabeth Barret Browning

from Sonnets from the Portuguese

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach...

....

I love thee to the level of everyday's 

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light...

...

and, if God choose, 

I shall love thee better after death

Dylan Thomas

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

T.S. Eliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky....
....

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, "do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"

Time to turn back and descend the stair....
....

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse....

these are not the complete poems of course... just the lines that for whatever reason inspire me the most...