Originally Posted by Valkian
I love all literature, but I think poetry is the form I love the less. Maybe because it's easier to write poetry and make it sound good, than it is writing fiction for instance. Therefor there is a large number of thieves who call themselves "poets".
I think that's true for some modern avant-guarde poetry, and it's also true for parody poetry (when you do an impression of a style), but to make really really good poetry is nearly impossible, and I'm amazed that anyone has managed to do it at all.
Blow: nice poem, who's it by? It reminds me of Kipling's famous "you'll be a man, my son" poem and the last bit about striving is like Tennyson's Ulysses.
I was thinking of posting either of those two, but then I came across this poem, also by Tennyson, whilst I was doing some Pirates of the Caribbean research:
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson