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Ooh, please do! [img]smile.gif[/img]
I like the Pangur Ban poem a lot, Pang - nice to have a personal poem like that. [img]smile.gif[/img] Kit Marlowe's fantastic of course... LOL, I can't help laughing every time I read the Marvell poem, what a smoothtalking bastard! [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] The Donne is one of my alltime favourites, Epona, glad yuo like it too. [img]smile.gif[/img] Expect updates to this thread from me too! [img]smile.gif[/img] |
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So I don't mind at all if people don't like the same things I like, why would I? [img]smile.gif[/img] I do think people often base their opinions on wrong assumptions however. For example, there's nothing melodramatic about good poetry. Teen angst poetry is fairly melodramatic, yes, but then again if that's the definition of poetry then I don't like poetry myself. [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] [ 06-22-2002, 09:17 AM: Message edited by: Melusine ] |
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So I don't mind at all if people don't like the same things I like, why would I? [img]smile.gif[/img] I do think people often base their opinions on wrong assumptions however. For example, there's nothing melodramatic about good poetry. Teen angst poetry is fairly melodramatic, yes, but then again if that's the definition of poetry then I don't like poetry myself. [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] </font>[/QUOTE]Sorry, I dont beleive I read that right... I dont, I mean Im not seeking attention... not in any way shape or form. I *do* apreciate art, if it 'is' art (ok lets not start another debate on what 'art' is ok? please) Im just in a whimsical humor, proabbly because I just finsihed college. |
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Another one by Donne.
Song: Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go John Donne Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best To use myself in jest Thus by feign'd deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today; He hath no desire nor sense, Nor half so short a way: Then fear not me, But believe that I shall make Speedier journeys, since I take More wings and spurs than he. O how feeble is man's power, That if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour, Nor a lost hour recall! But come bad chance, And we join to'it our strength, And we teach it art and length, Itself o'er us to'advance. When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, But sigh'st my soul away; When thou weep'st, unkindly kind, My life's blood doth decay. It cannot be That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st, If in thine my life thou waste, That art the best of me. Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfil; But think that we Are but turn'd aside to sleep; They who one another keep Alive, ne'er parted be |
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OI! Stop arguing in my thread! [img]tongue.gif[/img] Post poetry!
Might be an idea for another thread ;) |
yes ma'am. *cheeky grin*
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Alright, here's some more then ;) Dorothy Parker - Resumé Razors pain you; Rivers are damp. Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramps. Guns aren't lawful, Nooses give. Gas smells awful, You might as well live. Geoffrey Chaucer - The Complaint of Chaucer to his Purse ;) TO you, my purse, and to none other wight Complain I, for you be my lady dear! I am so sorry, now that you be light; For certain, but you make me heavy cheer, Me were as lief be laid upon my bier; For which unto your mercy thus I cry: Be heavy again, or else might I die! Now voucheth safe this day, or be it night, That I of you the blissful sound may hear, Or see your colour like the sun bright, That of yellowness had never peer. You be my life, you be mine heart's steer, Queen of comfort and of good company: Be heavy again, or else might I die! Now, purse, that be to me my life's light And saviour, as done in this world here, Out of this town help me through your might, Since that you will not be my treasurer; For I am shaved as nigh as any friar. But yet I pray unto your courtesy: Be heavy again, or else might I die! Lenvoy de Chaucer O conqueror of Brute's Albion, Which that by line and free election Be very king, this song to you I send; And you, that may all our harms amend, Have mind upon my supplication! [ 06-22-2002, 09:34 AM: Message edited by: Melusine ] |
Matthew Arnold - Shakespeare
OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask -- Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the foiled searching of mortality; And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honored, self-secure, Didst tread on earth unguessed at. -- Better so. All pains the immortal spirit must endure, All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow, Find their sole speech in that victorious brow. |
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