Posts Tagged ‘Top 10’

For some reason I’ve been re-reading a lot of the poetry I used to moon over back in my romantic and idealistic days of youth and academia.  A time that makes me almost throw up a little in my mouth for all the melodrama, yet a time that a small part of me will probably always long for with a touch of nostalgia.  Mostly I think because when you’re 19 and melodramatic, people chalk it up to your age and all the poetry you’re reading in English classes, so you can pretty much get away with it.  When you’re 29 and melodramatic . . . . well, people just roll their eyes at you and pity you a little. Hopefully I can keep the eye rolling and pitying to a minimum in my posts (but I won’t count on it).

ANYWAY . . . . .

So as I’m going through old poems, I’m struck with how much I really loved some of them and I wanted to share them, just in case any of you other late 2o something moms out there are wanting to revisit the days of pondering anything other than what you have to fix for dinner or answering the age old question of “why should I clean that up if they’re just going to mess it up again?” (Note: I did well in the literature realm of my English studies, the grammar, not so much, so please bear with my run-on sentences, over-usage of parenthesis, and incorrectly hyphenated add ons.) So here is my list of Top 10 poems.  Of course, I linked them up for you so that you could read them in all the free time that you have-that free time laying around like so many marbles spilled on the playroom floor. (sorry) However, I simply couldn’t bear to show favor to some over others, so they are in no particular order. (oh, and some of them were hard to find, so sorry for the lame banner ads on some of the links)

The Country by Billy Collins

You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

Adam’s Curse by W.B. Yeats

The Philosopher by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Nearly They Stood by C. S. Lewis

He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

Frozen Dream by Shel Silverstein

my love is building a building by e. e. cummings

The Man Watching by Rainer Maria Rilke


Reading Tip: Cuddling up on a couch by the window on a rainy day will make these much more fulfilling.  For maximum enjoyment, include a giant cup of extra sweet coffee and a fraying old grey sweater. You won’t be disappointed.


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