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Phantom: I'm sorry I wasn't clear in my previous post! I was merely admiring the writing, not implying it was improperly credited. In fact, as I look now at your original post, I see your name at the bottom of the verse. I've enjoyed several of your selections in this thread. As Henry said, "carry on!" and please continue sharing!

PS: Are you particularly familiar with Keats' poetry? I've been gnawing on one of his for a couple of days and could use some help.

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Another of my favourites:

Concord Hymn
Ralph Waldo Emerson

<pre>By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.</pre>


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More Ralph:

Song of Nature

Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.

I hid in the solar glory,
I am dumb in the pealing song,
I rest on the pitch of the torrent,
In slumber I am strong.

No numbers have counted my tallies,
No tribes my house can fill,
I sit by the shining Fount of Life,
And pour the deluge still;

And ever by delicate powers
Gathering along the centuries
From race on race the rarest flowers,
My wreath shall nothing miss.

And many a thousand summers
My apples ripened well,
And light from meliorating stars
With firmer glory fell.

I wrote the past in characters
Of rock and fire the scroll,
The building in the coral sea,
The planting of the coal.

And thefts from satellites and rings
And broken stars I drew,
And out of spent and aged things
I formed the world anew;

What time the gods kept carnival,
Tricked out in star and flower,
And in cramp elf and saurian forms
They swathed their too much power.

Time and Thought were my surveyors,
They laid their courses well,
They boiled the sea, and baked the layers
Or granite, marl, and shell.

But he, the man-child glorious,--
Where tarries he the while?
The rainbow shines his harbinger,
The sunset gleams his smile.

My boreal lights leap upward,
Forthright my planets roll,
And still the man-child is not born,
The summit of the whole.

Must time and tide forever run?
Will never my winds go sleep in the west?
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And satellites have rest?

Too much of donning and doffing,
Too slow the rainbow fades,
I weary of my robe of snow,
My leaves and my cascades;

I tire of globes and races,
Too long the game is played;
What without him is summer's pomp,
Or winter's frozen shade?

I travail in pain for him,
My creatures travail and wait;
His couriers come by squadrons,
He comes not to the gate.

Twice I have moulded an image,
And thrice outstretched my hand,
Made one of day, and one of night,
And one of the salt sea-sand.

One in a Judaean manger,
And one by Avon stream,
One over against the mouths of Nile,
And one in the Academe.

I moulded kings and saviours,
And bards o'er kings to rule;--
But fell the starry influence short,
The cup was never full.

Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more,
And mix the bowl again;
Seethe, fate! the ancient elements,
Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain.

Let war and trade and creeds and song
Blend, ripen race on race,
The sunburnt world a man shall breed
Of all the zones, and countless days.

No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
My oldest force is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn
Gives back the bending heavens in dew.


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I've always like this piece by Lord Byron, the way it flows, and the use of imagery is just simply so... insert compliment.

The Destruction of Sennacherib

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

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I've loved this one since childhood..... (I hope I didn't make any typos! :wink: )

Jabberwocky


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll

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While reading the posts it occured to me this topic is like the 'what's your favourite' conversation. But in those do/did we ever get the benefit of the persons opinion? Particularly if there's more than three people present.

There was a Child Went Forth

There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain
part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The first verse of - as title says, by Mr Walt Whitman

P.S: Nice one Lou - one of my fave Beatle tracks - deconstructed I believe is the current term?

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Has anyone ever read Fernando Pessoa's poems? I've triied to find a english site with translations, but failed. Since I don't dare translate it, I will just give a sugestion: all of his poems dedicated to Lídia, my favorite being the one that starts:

"Sit wiht me Lídia,
by the riverside..."

does anyone know a site with his poems?

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[quote="thenostromo"]I noticed that this poem was mentioned.

The Immortals, by Herman Hesse

The Immortals
Ever reeking from the vales of earth
Ascends to us life's fevered surge,
Wealth's excess, the rage of dearth,
Smoke of death-meals on the gallow's verge;
Greed without end, spasmodic lust;
Muderers' hands, usurers' hands of prayer;
Exhales in fetid breath the human swarm
Whipped on by fear and lust, blood raw, blood warm,
Breathing blessedness and savage heats,
Eating itself and spewing what it eats,
Hatching war and lovely art,
Decking out with idiot craze
Bawdy houses while they blaze,
Through the childish fair-time mart
Weltering to its own decay
In the glare of pleasure's way,
Rising for each new-born and then
Sinking for each to dust again.
But we above you ever more residing
In the ether's star translumined ice
Know not day nor night nor time's dividing,
Wear nor age nor sex for our device.
All your sins and anguih self-affrighting
your murders and lascivious delighting
Are to us but as a show
Like the suns that circling go
Let the longest frenzied life we spy,
And refresh ourselves thereafter
With the stars in order fleeing;
Our breath is winter in our sight
Fawns the dragon of the sky;
Cool and unchanging is our eternal being,
Cool and star bright is our eternal laughter


He has a suspicion of his alloted place in the world, a suspicion of the Immortals, a suspicion that he may meet himself face to face; and he is aware of the existence of that mirror in which he has such bitter need to look and from which he shrinks in such deathly fear.
~from Steppenwolf
Herman Hesse[/quote]

This is a great quote, but I believe your edition strays from the actual text.

"Ever reeking from the vales of earth" should read
"Ever-reeking from the bowels of earth"

"Greed without end, spasmodic lust;" should read
"Greed without end, imprisoned air;"

"Like the suns that circling go
Let the longest frenzied life we spy" should read
"Like the suns that circling go
Changing not our day for night.
Upon your frenzied life we spy"


Just thought you might want to check it out.


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one of my favorite poems is Right Here by Ebony Washington

I could have been right there with you
Tossing my Veil in the wind
Running in the mist of war
Smiling at my liberation
I could have torched my brassiere
Danced and cheered
For deliverance by a bonfire
But instead I am constructing new
ways to create miracles
And asking Victoria to keep my secret

I could have been right there with you
Covered from head to toe
Stoned to death for revealing an ankle
But I am right here with you raised on
Vogue and Elle magazines
Chastised because my skirt falls two
inches above my knee

I could have been right there with you
Property of another hidden away
unable to go out alone
But I am right here with you a
commodity bought and sold
An accessory matching well with
expensive cars and gold

I could have been right there with you
One of four wives
But I am right here with you
One of four "wifeys"
Living in poverty
Used and discarded
Bombarded with rhetoric of
my freedom

I could have had my femininity cut
from me
And my womb sewn shut
I could have had a belt of armor
strapped
And locked around my pelvis
but I mutilate my body thousands
of times a year
To fit into a plastic mold
And chastity was stolen from me
when I was just a child

I could have stood scantily clad
In a case of glass
A specimen in a human zoo

Turned European tourist attraction
But I am right here
harassing me is just a minor infraction

I could have been right there with you
Beaten and raped
But I am right here with you
Because date rape is impossible to
prove
Police officers don't get involved
with domestic disputes

I could have been burned alive at a
stake
For practicing an ancient ritual

I could have been the source of all evil
Bringing forth doom by opening a box
Femininity plus curiosity
killed humanity
And a bite of fruit
Constitutes an eternity of inequality

I could have been your temptress
harlot or jezebel
Instead I am your trifling ho and
aggressive bitch
With casting-couch and glass-ceiling
dreams
And right here things aren't as good
as it seems

See a sip of Coca-Cola
And a shopping spree won't make
you free
And the Taliban
Ain't the only villain
Patriarchy
Reigns across all terrain
And dominates globally
And on television
women's lib gets set back every hour
on the hour
Contrary to Western propaganda
My sisters we are all in this together
As you embark on your endeavor
To reclaim what was already yours

I am sending this right there to you
To let you know
I am right here with you


oh my god do i love that poem. :D

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Christmas Eve

On window panes, the icy frost
Leaves feathered patters, crisssed and crossed,
But in or house the Christmas tree
Is decorated festively
With tiny dots of colored light
That cozy up this winter night.
Christmas songs, familiar, slow,
Play softly on the radio.
Pops and hisses from the fire
Whistle with the bells and choir.
My tiger is now fast asleep
On his back and dreaming deep.
When the fire makes him hot,
he turns to warm whatever's not.
Propped agaist him on the rug,
I give my friend a gentle hug.
Tomaorrow's wha I'm waiting for,
But I can wait a little more.

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Do any of you speak spanish? cos my favourite one at the moment is by Pablo Neruda, a chilean poet, and it just gets lost in translation. Let me know if you do and i'll post it


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Post it anyway. It'll be interesting no matter what languages we speak.

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