can you recite a poem by heart? any poem?

>>24516876 (OP)
The Tiger by Nael

>>24516876 (OP)
I've memorised Ozymanias, Kubla Khan, and about 2/3rds of the Raven.

>>24516876 (OP)
Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose taste brought death
Into our world and all our woe ???
Sing Heavenly Muse that on the secret top
Of Oreb, SInai, or Siloa's brook
To soar above the Aonian mount, to do
??? things unattempted in prose or rhyme.

No I've only memorised Shakespeare monologues
I can't really enjoy poetry

O rose Thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy

sucks on dicks by triple six mafia

Sommer by Goethe
Die Lore-Ley by Heine
Sie saßen und tranken am Teetisch by Heine

Also want to learn Ozymandias

Literally hundreds, probably thousands of them, being poet myself. I can recite over 50 Roubaud sonnets – sur la place vivait. I got a ridiculous visual memory tbf which helps me tremendously. Rhymes help, obviously.

>>24516876 (OP)
I can recite caedmons hymn but I have no idea what half the words mean.

>>24516876 (OP)
No, I can't even recite songs, maybe I should start learning.

My first job was very long and boring and I memorized the poem A Thousand Kisses Deep by Leonard Cohen. The poem is much longer than his later song of the same name, which is an abridged version of the poem.
Since then, I've forgotten the order of stanzas, some specific phrases, but I still have big chunks of it memorized

The butterfly, a cabbage white,
His honest idiocy of flight,
Will never now, it is too late,
Master the art of flying straight.
Yet has - who knows so well as I? -
A just sense of how not to fly:
He lurches here and there by guess
And God and hope and hopelessness.
Not even the aerobatic swift
Has his flying crooked gift.

Bij Noordwijk zwom een nat konijn
te midden van een school tonijn.
'Tja', sprak het beest, 'dat tomt er van
als men de ta niet zeggen tan'

(At Noordwijk, a wet rabbit (konijn)
swam in the middle of a school of tuna (tonijn)
'Well', said the beast, 'that's what tomes up
when you tant say the letter tay')

Does Eminem count?

But I know something about you:
You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school!
What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?
This is guy's a gangster? His real name's Clarence!
And Clarence lives at home with both parents.
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage!
This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook.
'Cause theres no such things as half-way crooks.
He's scared to death!
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook!

>>24516918
proof?

>>24516876 (OP)
The Leak in the Dike by Phoebe Cary and the entire book of Psalms

>>24516876 (OP)
>There once was a man from Dundee
>Who ended Lim'ricks on lime three.
>I never knew why.

Oud is fantastic if your nose is developed enough to smell it, actually my favorite smell. But if your sense of smell isn’t able to pick up on it (sort of like color blindness but for smells), then it literally registers as the smell of feces to your brain.

I can recite Byron's "So we'll go no more a'roving" from memory. I also have several speeches and soliloquies from Shakespeare memorized.

>>24516876 (OP)
Quite a few, mostly German. My no-cheating attempt to recall Ozymandias:

I met a traveler from an antique land
who said, two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert; near them, on the sand
a vast [and savage?] visage lies, whose frown
and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
tell that its sculptor well those passions read
which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.
and on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings,
look on my words, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains, round the decay
of the colossal wreck, boundless and bare
the lone and level sands stretch far away

Keats, Nightingale:
My heart aches, and drowsy numbness pains
my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk
or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
one minute past, and Lethe-wards have sunk
[...] thy happy lot. But being too happy in thine happiness
that thou, [?]-wingéd dryad of the trees
in thy melodious plot
[fuck, forgot it]

>>24516876 (OP)
I can recite a couple of Finnish folk poems, although obviously they don't really have "canonical" forms as such.

I know a handful of haiku because I speak moonrunes. My favorite (by Kobayashi Issa):

露の世は
露の世ながら
さりなが

This dewdrop world is
A dewdrop world, and yet,
And yet...

I also remember a few Emily Dickinson poems. I'm probably missing some em dashes and idiosyncratic capitalization, but:

To see the summer sky is poetry
Though never in a book it lie—
True poems flee—

and

In this short life
That only lasts an hour,
How much, how little,
Is within our power—

>>24516876 (OP)
I've memorised this one poem manually, Death's Complaint by L. E. Jones, but I naturally know almost all of my own poetry by heart just from the process of writing it.

A dozen of Shakespeare sonnets, half a dozen of Byron's poems, also from each of Rossetti brothers, and a few more from the most famous english XIX century poets. And about a dozen in my native language. Probably about 50 poems, some more. I do forget some verses from time to time.
It's easy if you've done a few times. Just like a song.

>>24516876 (OP)
Yes. I use a program called linebyline.app which is a spaced repetition system specifically for memorizing text, though I also know some more analog techniques.

>>24518172
Ooh, you ever study 漢文?

>>24516876 (OP)
on first looking into Chapman's homer and the sick rose

>>24519727
Nope, I studied Japanese in college but don't know any Chinese.

>>24516907
Why not Prometheus by Goethe
Why not Der Asra by Heine

Prayers yes

One without looks in tonight
Through the curtain-chink
From the field of glistening white
One without looks in tonight
As we sit and think
By the fender-brink
We do not discern those eyes
Lit by lamps of rosy dyes
We do not perceive those eyes
Wondering, aglow
Fourfooted, tiptoe

>>24520316
I mean specifically through the Japanese tradition where they read it by mechanically glossing it as Chinese.

>>24521413
I mean by mechanically glossing Chinese, as Japanese. D'oh. Shouldn't post after just waking up.

>>24521413
Nah, that takes targeted practice and/or a much deeper level of fluency than I have. I know ~2400 kanji but can only get a vague sense of the meaning from Chinese texts. It's like reading a Romance language as an Anglophone and recognizing loan words.

>>24516876 (OP)
I could once recite all of Ulysses (Tennyson not Joyce) by memory, but I forgot it.

>>24521508
Well yeah, you'd have to specifically study kanbun. I can recommend some good guides if you like, though.

>>24516918
F to the A to the G, G to the O to the T

>>24516876 (OP)
What about Psalms and prayers? I know a few: 51, 23, 145, salve Regina, Pater, etc

>>24516876 (OP)
>can you recite a poem by heart?

I can occasionally recite Two-Headed Calf, by Laura Gilpin. I'm normally not interested in poetry, but it struck a cord with me.

I have a phone that's connected to the Internet. Why waste time on useless "skills"?

>>24516876 (OP)
A handful. Not as many as I'd like.

In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree
Full of milk and honey and
uhhh
the land of har-mo-nee
uh
puff the magic dragon lived by the sea

>>24516876 (OP)
A couple dozen, yes. I don't consider that I've learned a poem until I can recite it from memory.

>>24517960
Yeah, Shelley and Wordsworth shorts and sonnets are as if made to order for this:
Lift not the painted veil which those who Live
Call Life, though unreal shapes be pictured there
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread....

>>24516876 (OP)
Do you count ones about men from Nantucket?

I can cite entire paragraphs from Kant's first critique the original German. This impresses no one.

>>24516876 (OP)
I saw a dimpled spider, fat and white
On a white heal-all holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right
Like the ingredients of a witch's broth
A snow-drop spider, and flower like a froth
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
the wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the spider to that height,
then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?
If design govern in a thing so small.

There are a few errors.

>>24522639
the point is not to store data. In fact you can't quite get the point until you've done it. Learning a poem by heart unlocks new layers of it, because you focus like you never focus in just reading, even "deep" reading. You inevitably turn the meaning of the lines around in your mind over and over. Besides that, it's great to have lines of a poem just come to you randomly in some situations, it makes life more aesthetic.

I've almost memorised The Beginnings by Kipling just from exposure to it

when long ago, moot created 4chan
in futabas fair image /a/ was shaped at dawn
then /tv/ for big guys was next designed
yet was it too cute and funny for incelkind
to free up recources and give an aid to mods
the server host conceiv'd a clever plot
a fag! he wrought, a distorted human tranny!
working for free, and called the thing a janny.

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so big he could suck it.
With cum on his face,
Here said the disgrace,
"If my ear were a cunt I'd fuck it."

>>24524175
Damn, I looked it up and it's actually
>he said with a grin
>as he licked off his chin
much more clever

The night has a thousand eyes
And the day but one
Yet the light of the whole world dies
With the dying sun

The mind has a thousand eyes
And the heart but one
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done

Poetry is for fags

My adorable Jesus
May our feet journey together
May our hands gather in unity
May our souls be in harmony
May our hearts beat as one
May our ears listen to the silence together
May our eyes deeply penetrate each other
May our lips pray to the Father for mercy
Amen

I had to dig this from memory and apply it

My Captain

Out of the light that dazzles me
Bright as the sun from pole to pole
I thank the God I know to be
For Christ the conqueror of my soul

Since His sway is circumstance
I would not wince nor cry aloud
Under that rule which men call chance
My head with joy is humbly bowed

Beyond this life of sin and tears
Life with Him! And His the Aid
Despite the menace of the years
Keeps, and shall keep me unafraid

I have no fear though strait the gate
He cleared from punishment the scroll
Christ is the Master of my fate
Christ is the Captain of my soul

By Dorthea Day

Every day I see you
You are blue
Everyday I see you
Nothing is new
Everyday is new
I know you are blue
Without the flu
Without you being sued
I know today your suit will be blue

i don't have good memory, this song is probably the closest i can get and it's not perfect. it's Goddess Gagged by Protest the Hero

o god!
the sound they must have heard in the distance
a wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside
the cries of of creatures crashing, the human voices heralding the hillside
their bellows bounding ripe with resonance!
from here the unimportant call received the all important answer
o goddess who bore us what we must have done
goddess who bore us what we must have done, bury your daughter and prey for a son
[i make you a coffee]
to a species rising thickly through the darkness....
in the empty space between hunger and thirst
in the empty space between better and worse
language unravels and irony hurts
the sound of the sound of the sound uttered first
now let me hear the song without verse
sound of the sound of the sound uttered first burst into nothing so soothing and soft
the silence inside you when the music has stopped

>>24523256
You're pretentious and this thread is gay and pretentious.

>>24516876 (OP)
The destruction of Sennacherib and in Flanders' fields and maybe like the first 150 lines of Sir Orfeo.

>>24516878
this and only this

>>24516876 (OP)
yes.
i even accidentally memorized one of my own.
I do always forget the first line.

Plucked from his fan of illusion
Perched atop needle eye quill
Ponder he that pavonine plume
Plead he for strength of delusion
Pool provide succour to will
pleasure assures him like gloom
Pierced his heart he must measure
Pinched, his pinion, his feather,
pandaemonium in paradise bloom

>>24525431
>ironic use of the word pretentious #93878594882767289597x1099

I died so many times when drunk
That sober I became,
Like water where a ship was sunk
That never knew its name.

Old barnacles upon my sides
Ringed round with pitch and toss,
Were given me by mermaid brides
Immaculate as moss.

Here now with neither kin nor quest
I am so full of sea
That whales make of me a nest
And go to sleep in me.

Those angels of the upper air
May sip of the divine.
They shall know a haven holier
But less goodbye than mine.

>>24525968
You're pretentious.