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Topic: your fav poem?
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moondreamer Knowflake Posts: 503 From: durban Registered: Nov 2002
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posted October 29, 2003 03:04 PM
Hello thereJust out of interest, what is everyone's fav poem? Mine is EATH BE NOT PROUD by JOHN DONNE I admire the way that John thinks death shall die-we overcome death. It is such a beautiful poem depicting death as nothing-death shall die from its own being. IP: Logged |
Aphrodite Knowflake Posts: 4992 From: Registered: Feb 2002
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posted October 29, 2003 03:25 PM
I have so many favorites!IP: Logged |
juniperb Knowflake Posts: 6830 From: Blue Star Kachina Registered: Mar 2002
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posted October 29, 2003 03:55 PM
Me too IP: Logged |
Aphrodite Knowflake Posts: 4992 From: Registered: Feb 2002
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posted October 29, 2003 04:04 PM
(Here's one of them).Untitled by Aphrodite Sky October 12, 2003 My innermost fear, is to frighten When you come to realize, how deeply I feel Tempted to selfishly to inhale every ounce of you, Wrap myself around your every thought As close as only the night knows how To make one think it falls, When it is really the Earth who bows IP: Logged |
pidaua Knowflake Posts: 7314 From: Schweinfurt to Grafenwoehr all within 6 months LOL Registered: May 2002
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posted October 29, 2003 04:16 PM
Strange Fits of Passion have I known...by William Wordsworth. STRANGE fits of passion have I known And I will dare to tell, But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon. Upon the moon I fixed my eye, All over wide lea With quickening pace my horse drew nigh Those paths so dear to me. And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near, and nearer still. In one of those sweet dreams I slept Kind Nature's gentlest boon! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending moon. My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped: When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!" And... Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. IP: Logged |
Twin Lady Knowflake Posts: 624 From: USA Registered: Jan 2003
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posted October 29, 2003 11:23 PM
I like many kinds of poetry, but this is one of my favorites. A bit long, but beautiful; feels like a twin flame.Surrender by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Love, when we met, 'twas like two planets meeting. Strange chaos followed; body, soul, and heart Seemed skaken, thrilled, and startled by that greeting. Old ties, old dreams, old aims, all torn apart And wrenched away, left nothing there the while But the great shining glory of your smile. I knew no past; 'twas all a blurred, bleak waste; I asked no future; 'twas a blinding glare. I only saw the present: as men taste Some stimulating wine, and lose all care, I tasted Love's elixir, and I seemed Dwelling in some strange land, like one who dreamed. It was a godlike separate existence; Our world was set apart in some fair clime. I had no will, no purpose, no resistance; I only knew I loved you for all time. The earth seemed something foreign and afar, And we two, sovereigns dwelling in a star! It is so sad, so strange, I almost doubt That all those years could be, before we met. Do you not wish that we could blot them out? Obliterate them wholly, and forget That we had any part in life until We clasped each other with Love's rapture thrill? My being trembled to its very centre At that first kiss. Cold Reason stood aside With folded arms to let a grand Love enter In my Soul's secret chamber to abide. Its great High Priest, my first Love and my last, There on its altar I consumed my past. And all my life I lay upon its shrine The best emotions of my heart and brain, Whatever gifts and graces may be mine; No secret thought, no memory I retain, But give them all for dear Love's precious sake; Complete surrender of the whole I make. IP: Logged |
QueenofSheeba Knowflake Posts: 1043 From: California Registered: Feb 2003
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posted October 29, 2003 11:44 PM
Not my fave, but one I like (just the last stanza of the poem 'I Am'):I long for scenes which man hath never trod, A place where woman never smiled or wept, There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubled and untroubling, where I lie, The grass below-- above, the vaulted sky. -- John Clare That poem, btw, was written by a lunatic in an insane asylum. ------------------ Hello everybody! I used to be QueenofSheeba and then I was Apollo and now I am QueenofSheeba again (and I'm a guy in case you didn't know)! IP: Logged |
proxieme unregistered
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posted October 30, 2003 05:42 PM
These are actually two seperate ones that I usually read together:i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any-lifted from the no of all nothing-human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) ~~~~~ may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living what ever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may my self do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile e.e. cummings ---------------- And, heh - this is one heck of a poem for a girl that ended-up marrying an Army guy to like, but I've done so since I read it aloud back as a H.S. Freshman for a presentation; I read it with such apparent force and emotion that my classmates sat mute for a few beats, and then erupted into a long applause: "War Is Kind" Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -- A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind. -Stephen Crane IP: Logged |
proxieme unregistered
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posted October 30, 2003 05:52 PM
TWIN LADY!THANK YOU for that one that you posted! It's perfect! I'm going to write it down and send it to Jase IP: Logged | |