Day 1: The poem you last read
'One Art' by Elizabeth Bishop
Day 2: The poem you most dislike
'If' by Rudyard Kipling
I like a lot of what Kipling wrote, but not 'If'. Every time I hear it, I stop breathing, waiting for the horror of that dreadful last line. I also hate the fact that it’s the poetic equivalent of ‘My Way’, as Dennis Hopper illustrates here.
Day 3: A poem that comforts you
'The Darkling Thrush' by Thomas Hardy
Hardy understands depression. (Pity about Neil from the Young Ones reading it like a ponce. And the picture of a 'thrush' which looks like one you might see in Dorset, Vermont, not south-west England.
This poem was written on 31st December 1900 - the very start of the 20th century. When you think of what was to come, Hardy's pessimism seems entirely justified.