Poem Contest?

Which poem (before 1980) should I memorize?? At least 20 lines long. Help Quick!

3 Answers

  • 1 decade ago
    Favorite Answer

    My favourite is "My Country" by Dorothea McKellar - but I'm an Aussie, so you might not relate to it.

    here it is....

    The love of field and coppice

    Of green and shaded lanes,

    Of ordered woods and gardens

    Is running in your veins.

    Strong love of grey-blue distance,

    Brown streams and soft, dim skies

    I know, but cannot share it,

    My love is otherwise.

    I love a sunburnt country,

    A land of sweeping plains,

    Of ragged mountain ranges,

    Of droughts and flooding rains.

    I love her far horizons,

    I love her jewel-sea,

    Her beauty and her terror

    The wide brown land for me!

    The stark white ring-barked forests,

    All tragic to the moon,

    The sapphire-misted mountains,

    The hot gold hush of noon,

    Green tangle of the brushes

    Where lithe lianas coil,

    And orchids deck the tree-tops,

    And ferns the warm dark soil.

    Core of my heart, my country!

    Her pitiless blue sky,

    When, sick at heart, around us

    We see the cattle die

    But then the grey clouds gather,

    And we can bless again

    The drumming of an army,

    The steady soaking rain.

    Core of my heart, my country!

    Land of the rainbow gold,

    For flood and fire and famine

    She pays us back threefold.

    Over the thirsty paddocks,

    Watch, after many days,

    The filmy veil of greenness

    That thickens as we gaze…

    An opal-hearted country,

    A wilful, lavish land

    All you who have not loved her,

    You will not understand

    though Earth holds many splendours,

    Wherever I may die,

    I know to what brown country

    My homing thoughts will fly.

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    The Lake

    by Edgar Allen Poe


    In spring of youth it was my lot

    To haunt of the wide world a spot

    The which I could not love the less--

    So lovely was the loneliness,

    Of a wild lake, with black rock bound

    And the tall pines that towered around.

    But when the Night had thrown her pall

    Upon that spot, as upon all,

    And the mystic wind went by

    Murmuring in melody--

    Then- ah then I would awake

    To the terror of the lone lake.

    Yet, that terror was not fright

    But a tremulous delight--

    A feeling not the jewelled mine

    Could teach or bribe me to define--

    Nor Love- although the Love were thine.

    Death was in that poisonous wave

    And in its gulf a fitting grave

    For him who thence could solace bring

    To his lone imagining--

    Whose solitary soul could make

    An Eden of that dim lake.

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    anything by dorothy parker, she is easy

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