Recite as much poetry as may be easy for you

Alright I'm just gonna type up one poem I know in full

I Know a Man

As I sd to my
friend, because I
am always talking,

John, I sd, which was
not his name, the darkness
surrounds us, what

can we do against it?
shall we and why not
buy a goddamn big car

drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look out
where yr going.

>>9548202
Is this the dead quote olympics or something?

>Do not stand on my grave and weep
>I'm not there
>I do not sleep
>I am a thousand winds that blow
>I am the diamond glints on snow
>I am the sunlight on the grave
>I am the gentle autumn rain

>Tы coвceм, ты coвceм cнeгoвaя
>Tы тaк cтpaннo и cтpaшнo блeднa
>Для чeгo ты дpoжишь, пoдaвaя
>Mнe бoкaл зoлoтoгo винa?

>Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends
>wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts

>Dar nu mai cade c-an trecut
>Îm mări din tot înaltul:
> — Ce-ți pasă ție, chip de lut,
>Dac-oi fi eu sau altul?
>Trăind în cercul vostru strâmt,
>Norocul va petrece
>Dar eu în lumea mea mă simt
>Nemuritor și rece

Meh, I know dozens of italian poems (and many quite long ones) and some french and english poems, i won't bother writing them down

>"I am suffering", it is better to say this than to say "the scenery is ugly".

Although I shelter from the rain under a broken tree
My chair was nearest to the fire in every company
That talked of or politics
Ere time transfigured me

Though lads are making pikes again for some conspiracy
And crazy rascals rage their fill against human tyranny
My contemplation are of time
That has transfigured me

There's not a woman turns her face upon a broken tree
Though the beauties that I loved are in my memory
I spit into the face of time
That has transfigured me

And sure if fate some future bard shall join
In sad similitude of griefs to mine
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore
And image charms he must behold no more
Such if there be, who loves so long so well
Let him our sad our tender story tell
The well sung woes shall sooth my pensive ghost
He best can paint em who shall feel them mot

>>9548202
This thread is dog shit

>>9548202
I wandered lonely as a a cloud
that floats on high oer vales and hills
then all at once I saw a crowd
a flock of golden daffodils

Batter my heart three-personed God
For you as yet but knock, breathe, shine and seek to mend

Turning, turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold

Good morning good morning the general said
Now the men that he smiled at are most of 'em dead
He's a cheery old card grunted Harry to Jack
As they trudged off to Arras with rifle and pack/
But he did for 'em both by his plan of attack