Okay, just be aware that this is cheesy as hell.

The bells. One of my teachers in Jr high read it for the class.

She had a great voice (but was honestly a bad teacher overall), and it really worked with that poem.

It’s still my favorite poem to read out loud, though others have taken its place otherwise.

A problem with poetry is that it cannot be translated, so I’ll refer the originals:

• Correspondences by Baudelaire (what do you get if you mix many drugs in the French noble 1800s)
• The Road not taken by Frost (every choice has a consequence)
• Invictus by Henley (the power of the will and the soul)
• Non chiederci la parola by Montale (the impossibility of knowing)