I’m horrible at memorizing stuff. I was every elocution teacher’s worst nightmare. I’d start off reciting a poem beautifully, then lose track a little before the end and then to top it all off, I’d make up my own lines as I went along. My short-lived elocution stint even puts my brief fling with music lessons to shame (I still remember Mrs. N, my music teacher once groaning “Child! You’re playing the PIANO. You’re NOT thumping flour!” at me in abject despair)
So, there are very few poems I know, by heart. This is one of them. I really had no need to memorize it for academic purposes or anything. It’s one of those poems that grow on you over time, until you realize that you’ve committed it to memory unconsciously.
The best kind of poetry, really.
Fire and Ice
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 say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Ps: Also, this. 🙂
A Silly Poem
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I’ll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?