whats the best poem/ line of poetry youve ever heard?

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Robert frost- Nothing Gold Can Stay
"Then leaf subsides to leaf, so eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay."
 
The war poems dulce et decorum est by wilfred owen and war photographer by carol ann duffy.
we had to study these in english when i was at school and i loved them, there descriptions are so vivid and make you feel like ur in the war zone. dulce et decorum est is pparticularlyspecial as dulce et decorum est pro patri amore actually means it is sweet and noble to die for your country, which is what do many soldiers were told when signing up thinking war was a great thing not realising the devastation it causes.
Great poems.
p.s i know my spelling of the latin is bad
 
The wind tore through Prosza Square. Stanilslav Humtovsky buttoned up his coat and took swig from his flask.
Curse them he railed curse them all! damn them to high heaven.Ignorant Proszonski!
A cat, its face face twisted in hunger, scurried after a beetle amongst the city dustbins.
Dirty beast,filthy rag !
Humtovsky leapt after it, squashing its tail underfoot. With a pained sqeal and a flash of sharpened claws, the cat lunged at Humtovkys ankles.
Damned vermin!
Humtovsky knelt down to examine the wound.Warm blood trickled between his fingers onto his shoe. Somewhere a radio played "Little Olga", a woman laughed and an old man coughed and cleared his throat.


Very moving tale.
 
A halo of delight. 'Twas these which won me;—


Reminds me of Children- so pure and innocent.

Full Poem:-

Philip James Bailey


[I loved her for that she was beautiful]

I loved her for that she was beautiful;
And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,
And all varieties of things in one:
Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise
All light and laughter in the morning; fear
No petty customs nor appearances;
But think what others only dream'd about;
And say what others did but think; and do
What others dared not do: so pure withal
In soul; in heart and act such conscious yet
Such perfect innocence, she made round her
A halo of delight. 'Twas these which won me;—
And that she never school'd within her breast
One thought or feeling, but gave holiday
To all; and that she made all even mine
In the communion of love: and we
Grew like each other, for we loved each other;
She, mild and generous as the air in spring;
And I, like earth all budding out with love.
 
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Walter De La Mere - The Traveller

Amazing use of alliteration and an incredibly evocative poem. Amazing imagery in this line.
 
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