Motivated by a discussion on the "Rebirth of Reason" board about this movie,(read here http://rebirthofreason.com/Forum/Article...) I got it from the library and watched it again after at least 10 years. It held up despite Objectivish criticism cited on that board. Forgive me for not sharing my own verse here and now. I have published two poems, both ditties, in a computer magazine. Instead I give you these:

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
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I was in a computer lab at our community college a century ago, when I said, "We are the movers and shakers." And one of the lab aides said, "Swinburne?" and the really smartest girl with the great figure said, "O'Shaughnessy. It would have to be an Irishman."

Over on RoR, I offered this:
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.