I remember in English class in high school reading a poem that contained a bunch of derivations of English words that don't actually exist in the normal English lexicon. Google searches like "poem english antonym" and "poem whelmed" aren't getting me anywhere, and I can't remember any of the other/actual words in the poem. IIRC, it was written by a rather well known poet and I'm frustrated I'm having such a hard time finding it!.
Thanks in advance if anyone knows what I'm talking about!
I want to have an Edgar Allan Poe poem in a video game I'm creating (The Raven is the poem). Is this legal, or will I run into any issues with copyright or anything?
Please mention the name of a poem(s) you like, but that is not widely recognised. Thank you, everyone.
In the title. I don't know anything about poetry, and want to give myself a bit of an "education". Is there a collection of famous/classic stuff I can get, in a single book?
Cheers
I'm crap when it comes to lyrics (but composing is my favourite thing to do) and just about every poem I find in PoemHunter is wonderful. So, should I use that website? Is old poems the way to go, or fresh ones? If fresh ones, how should I approach asking for the use of their poem?
Here's to our alcohol fairies taking us away!!
که آتش تب شوقم نه آن چنان تیز است چو زلف باز کنی ناله خیزد از دل ها که دام ما همه این طره ی دل آویز است ز طره مشک به دامان کوهکن پاشد اگر چه تکیه ی شیرین به دوش پرویز است سمند سعی چه بیهوده رانی ای فرهاد که هم عنانی گردون نصیب شبدیز است چگونه مانع نظاره ام شوی که مرا ز شوق روی تو سر تا قدم نگه خیز است ستزه باخت به میدان امتحان عرفی عنان کشیده چه داری، محل مهمیز است
A Humble, sincere request out of Love for exploring Sufism
It's about someone who is famous in a book, can anyone help
I always carry close under my belt
A small steel African knife,
Like one of those that niggers used to play with,
And that I bought from an old shop owner in Algiers.
I remember, a if it were now, the old merchant,
Who looked like an old oil painting by Goya,
As he stood next to long swords and tattered uniforms
Saying in a hoarse voice the following words:
"This knife here that you want to buy
has connections with legend and strange stories;
everyone knows that each previous owner
murdered someone close to him.
With it Don Basilio killed his beautiful wife, Donna Julia,
because she was unfaithful.
Count Antonio, one night, the same to his poor brother
with this knife here.
A nigger killed his young lover out of jealousy
and some Italian sailor likewise to a greek boatswain.
From hand to hand it passed into mine.
Many things my eyes have seen, but this one makes me shudder.
Come close and look at it, it has an anchor and a crest,
it's light, here hold it, it's not even a quarter pound,
but I advise you to buy something else."
-- How much? -- Only seven francs. You want it, take it.
A small dagger I keep tight under my belt,
that I made my own on a whim;
and because I hate no one in the world enough to kill,
I fear that some day I may turn it against myself...
At lunchtime, I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
— Wendy Cope
