It is always a shame the the education system rips the soul out of poetry and literature for most people. Here is Wilford Owen’s Anthem for Doomed Youth.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; […]

Admittedly, this poem is bandied about alot so that you might become a bit desensitised to the beautiful writing. Wordsworth was a man in love with Nature and perfect Spring days like today are perfectly captured by such writing.
 I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a […]

In the midst of a road trip over the weekend from Killarney to Dublin this poem popped into my head. Studied with scant regard for its meaning in secondary school, it is a nicely accessible poem, yet one you can absolutely filter ideas of choice and larger questions through.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And […]