Wat is the greatest poem of all time? y? I mean a written poem not a song?

I mean a written poem not a song. Asked by sexyboi14 54 months ago Similar Questions: wat greatest poem time written song Recent Questions About: wat greatest poem time written song Arts > Books > Books - Poetry.

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost... This poem has always mesmerized me. I love the way it describes a brief moment in time (possibly just a few seconds) and captures all the little nuances that happen in that time (the speaker's thoughts, the horse's reaction, the snow falling). They are those little things that happen in every second of every day, whether we notice them or not.

Here is the poem for those unfamiliar with it: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Sources: Robert Frost and my experience HankMoody's Recommendations The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged Amazon List Price: $40.00 Used from: $10.41 Average Customer Rating: 4.5 out of 5 (based on 17 reviews) .

This one has stayed in my mind ever since I first read it 20+ years ago. On the Eve of His Execution, by Chidiock Tichborne (1558-1586) My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my good is but vain hope of gain; The day is past, and yet I saw no sun, And now I live, and now my life is done. My tale was heard and yet it was not told, My fruit is fallen, yet my leaves are green, My youth is spent and yet I am not old, I saw the world and yet I was not seen; My thread is cut and yet it is not spun, And now I live, and now my life is done.

I sought my death and found it in my womb, I looked for life and saw it was a shade, I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb, And now I die, and now I was but made; My glass is full, and now my glass is run, And now I live, and now my life is done. Tichborne was found guilty of plotting to overthrow Queen Elizabeth of England on Sept. 14, 1586. He was executed on 2Sept.

148. In a grim finale, history relates, he was "disemboweled before life was extinct" and the news of the barbarity "reached the ears of Elizabeth, who forbade the recurrence. " On 2Sept.

149, the night before he was executed, Chidiock wrote to his wife Agnes. The letter enclosed three stanzas shown above. It must be ranked among the little masterpieces of literature.

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A Terrible Beauty is Born "Easter 1916" by William Butler Yeats I HAVE met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done Of a mocking tale or a gibe To please a companion Around the fire at the club, Being certain that they and I But lived where motley is worn: All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent In ignorant good-will, Her nights in argument Until her voice grew shrill.

What voice more sweet than hers When, young and beautiful, She rode to harriers? This man had kept a school And rode our winged horse; This other his helper and friend Was coming into his force; He might have won fame in the end, So sensitive his nature seemed, So daring and sweet his thought. This other man I had dreamed A drunken, vainglorious lout.

He had done most bitter wrong To some who are near my heart, Yet I number him in the song; He, too, has resigned his part In the casual comedy; He, too, has been changed in his turn, Transformed utterly: A terrible beauty is born. Hearts with one purpose alone Through summer and winter seem Enchanted to a stone To trouble the living stream. The horse that comes from the road.

The rider, the birds that range From cloud to tumbling cloud, Minute by minute they change; A shadow of cloud on the stream Changes minute by minute; A horse-hoof slides on the brim, And a horse plashes within it; The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call; Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all. Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

That is Heaven's part, our part To murmur name upon name, As a mother names her child When sleep at last has come On limbs that had run wild. What is it but nightfall? No, no, not night but death; Was it needless death after all?

For England may keep faith For all that is done and said. We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died? I write it out in a verse - MacDonagh and MacBride And Connolly and Pearse Now and in time to be, Wherever green is worn, Are changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.

In my opinion the greatest poam ever written is Stopping by Woods on a snowy Evening by Robert Frost . This short four stanza poam paints a picture within a picture a picture that discribes my life. So, for me I is the greatest poam ever written.

A great poam Whose woods these are I think I know. His house ids in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow, My little horse must think me queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and snowy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep This has characterized my life.

I have allways had miles to go before I slept but always took the time to smell the roses and look anf a preety seen. Now that I am retired and 75% of my life has past and I have time to look at a preety woods on a snowy eve I hope I have miles to go before I have my final sleep.

Many many many, but here are a few to try: Death of the Hired Man, by Robert Frost Dulce et Decorum Est, by Wilfred Owen many of Shakespeare's Sonnets -- f.e. , 18 and 73 or you might connect to Emily Dickinson through the sensibility of this one: I'm nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know!

How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell one's name the livelong day To an admiring bog! .

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