Curiosity, by Alastair Reid. On the surface, this is a poem about cats and dogs, but it is not. It is about not letting your mind go to sleep. As Frank the painter said to me so long ago: "Don't become a drone."
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley. Maybe you think all glory lasts forever...
The Tyger, By William Blake. The problem of evil in a nutshell.
Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae sub Regno Cynarae, by Ernest Dowson. Love lost.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T. S. Eliot. Dare to live!
Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost. "And miles to go before I sleep"
Terrence, This Is Stupid Stuff, by A. E. Houseman. Poetry as a way of dealing with pain.
On My First Son, by Ben Jonson. Loss.
Ode, by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. The first stanza only. "We are the music makers..."
Dulce et Decorum Est, by Wilfred Owen. "War is pleasant to those who have not tried it" - Latin Proverb.
Atalanta in Calydon, by A. C. Swinburne. (Lines 314 to 361 - not the whole thing, for goodness sake!)
When You Are Old, by W. B. Yeats.
Morning Song of Senlin, by Conrad Aiken. How we go about our business, unaware...
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death, by W. B. Yeats. Why do we fight?
River Road, by Stanley Kunitz. Sometimes from desolation comes life and creation.
Neither Far Out, Nor In Deep, by Robert Frost. A simple observation about people but very, very deep.
The Judgment of Paris, W.S. Merwin. Certain things about this poem fascinate me - like the synchronicity of Paris choosing Aphrodite and a mason many miles away working on the gates of Troy feeling the stone shiver.
Ears in the Turrets Hear, Dylan Thomas. Shall I unbolt or stay alone till the day I die?