I’m glad that Chris pointed out that today is Poem in Your Pocket Day, because I think it’s a great idea. But I had a similar problem to Sam – I couldn’t choose just one. Luckily for me, however, my two favorite poems are so embedded in my memory that they travel with me everywhere I go, whether I have pockets or not.
The first poem grabbed me when I first read it in high school, and it struck me because it appealed not just to the creative albeit fatalistic part of me, but also to the engineer I was well on my way to becomming. So without further ado, my first selection for this year’s Poem in Your Pocket Day:
Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
My second selection I first heard in 4th Grade, and it is one of the two things that are responsible for me not wanting to go duck and goose hunting with my father after about the 6th Grade.
Arrows, by Shel Silverstein
I shot an arrow into the sky,
It hit a white cloud floating by.
The cloud fell dying to the shore,
I don’t shoot arrows anymore.