Twinkle Twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
These were the lines that introduced most of us to the world of poetry in the form of a rhyme. From the kinder garden itself we are into the path of learning or by hearting verses. At that time we simply recite or shout along the class and automatically we get used to those verses, without much attention or understanding. Many such rhymes, poems get memorised and we move to higher class. Our likes and interest change according to the age.
According to Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry is the rhythmic creation of beauty. To create such beauties, poets take the support of :
1. Music :- a) Rhyme - Internal Rhymes b) Vowel and consonant sounds c) onomatopoeia d) Alliteration e) Repetition f) refrain
3. Imagery :- a) By description b) By certain figure of speech c) By picturesque Epithets
As we age and learn to appreciate poetry, our favourite list of poems may change. We start to consider its substance, Language, Imagery, sound effect &striking lines etc.
William words worth's My Heart Leaps up" is my favourite poem during my school days as it is small & easy to memorize. https://poets.org/poem/my-heart-leaps
Robert Browning's The pied Piper of Hamelin 's music & Imagery are amazing, &its my favourite too. But I'm unable to memorize it till today. https://www.bartleby.com/360/6/51.html
Finally, the below mentioned poem became my best Favourite, when I happen to read it few years back- "From Dies Slowly" by Pablo Neruda. He won the 1971 Noble prize for Literature and is best known for his love poems and "Canto General"- an epic poem about South America's history and its people.
FROM DIES SLOWLY
Slowly dies who doesn't turn the table upside down,
Who's un happy at work,
Who doesn't risk the certainties for the unknown to pursue a
Who doesn't allow himself to run away from wise suggestions,
At least once in a lifetime.
Slowly dies who doesn't travel, who doesn't read,
who never listens to music, who doesn't find grace in himself,
Slowly dies who destroys his self-esteem,
who spends everyday to complain about either his bad luck or
the never-ending rain.
Let's avoid death in small doses, keeping in mind that being
alive always requests a much bigger effort than the simple
fact of breathing.
The poem is simple, sincere, sensitive & inspiring.