Which poems do you have memorised? I'm a pleb and even I have Ozymandias...

I only have John of Gaunt's deathbed speech memorized and one Langston Hughes poem. Truly pleb tier.

Cultivo una rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazón con que vivo
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo
Cultivo la rosa blanca

Had to recite it in front of all my school (1st-12th grades) when I was in second grade

INTO MY HEART AN AIR THAT KILLS
FROM YON FAR COUNTRY BLOWS
WHAT ARE THOSE BLUE REMEMBERED HILLS
WHAT SPIRES, WHAT FARMS ARE THOSE

THAT IS THE LAND OF LOST CONTENT
I HAVE SEEN IT SHINING PLAIN
THE HAPPY HIGHWAYS WHERE I WENT
AND CANNOT COME AGAIN

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Much Madness is divinest Sense
To a discerning Eye
Much Sense - the starkest Madness
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane
Demur - you’re straightway dangerous
And handled with a Chain

Found the Mexican.

If
The Second Coming
Fog

The Aeneid books 1,2,6,8, and 12. Working on the rest now.

The Tiger
He Destroyed His Cage
Yes
YES
The Tiger Is Out

I don't memorize poems kiddo

I maek them

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware, beware
Out of the ashes, I rise
With my red hair
And I eat men like air

I have Trakl's De Profundis memorized because a band I like lifted it to use as lyrics for a song

>memorizing a translated poem

lmao

no poems but a few sololiquys from Shakespeare

When, long ago, the gods created Earth
In Jove's fair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
Th'Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.

>not having jabberwocky memorized
Your clownpill card, hand it over

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If heaven were to do again, and on the pasture bars, i leaned to line the figures in between the dotted stars, i should be tempted to forget i fear the crown of rule the scales of trade the cross of faith as hardly worth renewal, for these have governed in our lives and see how men have warred, the cross the crown the scales may all as well have been the sword.

I went to the garden of love and saw what i never had seen, a chapel was built in the midst where i used to play on the green, and the gates of this chapel were locked and thou shalt not writ over the door so i turned to the garden of love that so many sweet flowers bore and i saw it was filled with graves and tombstones where flowers should be and priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires.

They fuck you up your mum and dad, they may not mean to but they do, they fill you with the faults they had and add some extra just for you, but they were fucked up in their turn by fools in old style hats and coats who half the time were sloppy stern and half at one anothers throats. Man hands on misery to man, it deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can and don't have any kids yourself.

i
was pearl milk tea
but you said you were
lactose
intolerant

Was vermeid' ich denn die Wege,
Wo die andere Wanderer geh'n,
Suche mir versteckte Stege,
Durch verschneite Felsenhöh'n?

Habe ja doch nichts begangen,
Daß ich Menschen sollte scheu'n.
Welch' ein törichtes Verlangen
Treibt mich in die Wüstenei'n?

Weiser stehen auf den Straßen
Weisen auf die Städte zu,
Und ich wand're sonder Maßen
Ohne Ruh', und suche Ruh'.

Einen Weiser seh' ich stehen
Unverrückt vor meinem Blick.
Eine Straße muss ich gehen
Die noch keiner ging zurück.

A good dozen for sure

>I have Trakl's De Profundis memorized
Very ni-
>because a band I like lifted it to use as lyrics for a song
Nevermind.

Fuck, I cant even remember this one

Peter, you've got tweets to tweet, pls go.

Con diez cañones por banda
Viento en popa a toda vela
No corta el mar sino vuela
Un velero bergantín

Bajel pirata que llaman
Por su bravura El Temido
En todo el mar conocido
Del uno al otro confín

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn at rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night

Good men, the last wave by
Crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Wild men, who caught and sung the sun in flight
and learn to late they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
curse, bless me now, with your fierce tears I pray,
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

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>Because their words had forked no lightning they
ESL here, can someone explain what does it mean?

There's a tiresome man in Bay Shore
When he fiance says I adore
The see
He said I agree
It's pretty but what is it for

Lol I have over 1000 poems memorized by heart. If you don't have a photographic memory you should basically just kill yourself because you will never amount to anything. (I'm just kidding, I don't have any poems memorized, and my memory kinda sucks).

why would you memorise a poem in a language you dont even know....

To impress girls of course.

Ahhhhh okay....Thanks for responding

since the things they have said, during their prime youth time, didn't make any difference, were of no importance, they do not die at ease.

Der Erlkönig

Literally the only one and I dont even speak good German.

Thanks

Sonnet 18

This post is making me log off for a while

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>memorizing shit in the day and age when everyone has a portable computer that can bring up any text in seconds
Is this what true pseudery looks like?

I would memorize poems while working at a grocery store stocking shelves just to pass the time. The second coming by Yeats is one that has stuck over the years.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Only remember that part by heart

>he thinks that you have to make an effort to remember poetry you love
Nothing in the OP is over 15 lines

>memorizing poems because better men than you ever will be did the same
what a masturbatory endeavor

GOAT shit

The to be or not to be and rogue and peasant slave soliloquies from Hamlet

Lighght

I'd have to refresh my memory to do the whole thing, but:
'twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogroves
and the mome raths outgrabe
>autocorrect underlines half the words in red

No

>receptionary instead of colloquial language
God you're a faggot