by: Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

http://www.answers.com/topic/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening

“The Road Not Taken”

by: Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

http://www.answers.com/topic/the-road-not-taken

RE:
Do you know a poem that has a lot of sensory details?
or an excerpt from a book?

If so whats it called and who is it by?

I need one more

I have Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Edgar Allen Poe.

Author Unknown

You can find it at the library in Poem Book if you look.

Edit – Thanks, Joe Shemo, for singing two of my favourite songs.

“Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen. It’s kinda icky, and it’s antiwar (written in World War 1), so if you have objections to either of those don’t use it. The last line is a quote from Horace, an ancient Roman poet. It means “it is sweet and proper to die for one’s country”. I did a paper on it in college. It’s really deep.

Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling,

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And floundering like a man in fire or lime.–

Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

As far as books go, try “Burned Alive” by Souad. She’s an honor killing survivor who wrote her life story, using only her first name to protect her life. The scenes where she gets set on fire and when she’s in the hospital are especially loaded. Look for it at your local library, I don’t think it’s available online. If you don’t know what honor killings are, that’s an especially good reason to read the book.

Ok, I know that neither is happy. But the sad/angry/horrific ones often have better sensory details, IMHO.