i have to pick categories of poems to do an anthology of poems on and ive chosen to do some on nature, airplanes, employment/job, and rhyming... im having a problem on employment/job and airplanes... they have to be published poems by known poets... can someone help me?

Here's one about jobs:

[www.americanpoems.com]

about airplanes/flight

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high unsurpassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 2021

a poem about meter/rhyme

[www.cs.rice.edu]

AND several about nature:

[www.emule.com]


Les



Post Edited (05-18-04 20:37)

Darren.......I noticed the similarity in our names and had to stop and send you this. It's been a long time since I was in school but poetry doesn't have to be drudgery & work.

I'm trying to quote from memory one verse from a poem by Henry Carey, "Sally In Our Alley"

When she is near I leave my work;
I love her most sincerely!
My master comes like any Turk
And beats me most severely!

Pretty close:

When she is by, I leave my work,
I love her so sincerely;
My master comes, like any Turk,
And bangs me most severely:
But let him bang, long as he will,
I'll bear it all for Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley.

I am trying to find a poem, "The Old J-3". I know the first lines: It starts: Remember when we pressed our face, against the fence that marked the place; the place where the airplanes came to rest.....the ones we like the best?
Not the liners silver and grand, that roared away across the land. Not the bi-planes spinning hight, the ones the men all liked to fly. We liked those little ships on the end. And to us they looked like a friend. And it thrilled us, you and me, as we gazed at the old J-3." And that's all I remember. There are 2 or 3 more verses. If anyone knows this poem, a copy would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks.....jerry

Jerry, it might be in copyright, especially if you have read it recently. Poems are not printed without permission when in copyright. Not all poems, believe it or not, have been copied to the internet.

Les