I am impressed by the intelligence of my wOw-Sisters. Frankly, although an English major at Barnard, I’ve never really understood some poetry. It always seems esoteric or made for the very few. Sometimes it is hard for me to understand what it is the poet is trying to get at. That said, when poetry is read aloud, I kinda’ get the feel — if read by the poet him/herself.

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
by Jane Taylor, 1804

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!

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Why is this my favorite? Because I like to question as well — "How I wonder what you are!" I think that Taylor summed it all up; especially the part about the diamond in the sky. That’s the only bling I get — or want. 

However, in a more scholarly way:

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas, 1951

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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I like anybody who fights against the darkness and searches for the light and the twinkle of a star. I think Jane Taylor and Dylan Thomas would have gone to the Whitehorse Tavern in New York and boozed up a bit while looking at the dark sky.