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Dolce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen. A grim, anti-war masterpiece written by a soldier fighting in the trenches in WW1
Ozymandias - Percy Shelley. A reminder of human transience and hubris
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas. Helps me to endure when things seem bleak or hopeless.
Subh Milis (Sweet jam). It's a short and powerful Irish poem reminding parents to be kind to their kids.
English translation below. Can't seem to get the formatting correct on mobile...
Bhí subh milis ar bháscrann an doras
ach mhúch mé an corraí
ionaim a d’éirigh
mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá
a bheadh an bháscrann glan
agus an lámh beag – ar iarraidh…”
There was jam on the door handle
But I quelled the anger
That rose inside me
Because I thought of the day
That the handle would be clean
And the little hand - longed for
It's not DNS,
There’s no way it’s DNS,
It was DNS
Invictus by William Ernst Henley
When I was younger I clung to it's message of perseverance. It ended up being the first poem that I ever memorized.
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44049/a-man-said-to-the-universe
A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
Written in like the 1890s. So straight forward. Feels modern.
Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein.
I also love Masks by Shel.
I think about this often.
I do not belong here.
I was looking for this one I never was much of a poem person but this one. I love this one
It is one of the most bittersweet things I've ever read.
Really resonates with me in a huge way. Gets me every time.