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Writer3309
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 7:27 pm |
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What are your thoughts on the poem "To An Athlete Dying Young" by AE Housman. (not sure on how to spell last name)
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ARTYQUEEN
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 5:50 pm |
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ok, here is the poem as i found it...
To an Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman (1859-1936) The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields were glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.
..really nice one
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Writer3309
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 7:49 pm |
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I like the first parts of it..
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
It's a really good poem, I found it off a movie I watched and really liked it.
_________________ "The only feeling of real lose is when you love someone more than you love yourself" - Good Will Hunting
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