First Meeting of the IW Dead Poets Society

[Yorick]

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Originally posted by LennonCook:
OK, theres one poem that I cant remember the words to that I do think deserves to be posted here... noone who has not lived in Australia seems to have heard of it... so I am looking for help with the words from Aussies... so Memnoch, Yorrick, Glorfindel, Shadowhound, Dagorion, Aelia, and Azzy (i *think* thats all there is... ).. Banjo Patersons Waltzing Matilda ... to tide you guys over until someone can put Waltzing Matilda... a poem thaat was in one of my english novels last year... a Robert Frost.

Natures first green is gold,
Her hardest hew to hold,
He early leafs a flower,
But only so an hour,
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
As dawn subsides to day,
Nothing gold can stay.

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Lennon, Leonis (the poster above you) is an Australian too.

[Yorick]

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree…
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
"Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me?"

"Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda, who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me?"
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
"Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me??"

Up came a jumbuck to drink out of that waterhole
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
"You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me!!"

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred
Up came the troopers, one! two!! three!!!
"Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me!!"

Up jumped the swagman, sprang into that billabong
"You’ll never catch me alive!" said he..
And his GHOST may be heard as you pass by that billabong..
"You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me!"

"Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda, who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me?"
And his GHOST may be heard
as you pass by that billabong
"Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me?"

[LennonCook]

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Originally posted by Yorick:


Lennon, Leonis (the poster above you) is an Australian too.

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I thought i may have missed somebody... I could kind of... feel it. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[Melusine]

Leonis, what an excellent choice! [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]
I love Donne!! Thanks for posting that one! [img]smile.gif[/img]
I'll post some poems when I have more time [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Jerome]

I honestly don't know if this bloke is still alive or not; but I'll post the poem anyway.

The Tempter
by Robert E. Howard


Something tapped me on the shoulder
Something whispered, "Come with me,
"Leave the world of men behind you,
"Come where care may never find you
"Come and follow, let me bind you
"Where, in that dark, silent sea,
"Tempest of the world n'er rages;
"There to dream away the ages,
"Heedless of Time's turning pages,
"Only, come with me."

"Who are you?" I asked the phantom,
"I am rest from Hate and Pride.
"I am friend to king and beggar,
"I am Alpha and Omega,
"I was councilor to Hagar
"But men call me suicide."
I was weary of tide breasting,
Weary of the world's behesting,
And I lusted for the resting
As a lover for his bride.

And my soul tugged at its moorings
And it whispered, "Set me free.
"I am weary of this battle,
"Of this world of human cattle,
"All this dreary noise and prattle.
This you owe to me."
Long I sat and long I pondered,
On the life that I had squandered,
O'er the paths that I had wandered
Never free.

In the shadow panorama
Passed life's struggles and its fray.
And my soul tugged with new vigor,
Huger grew the phantom's figure,
As I slowly tugged the trigger,
Saw the world fade swift away.
Through the fogs old Time came striding,
Radiant clouds were 'bout me riding,
As my soul went gliding, gliding,
From the shadow into day.

- Robert E. Howard

[Mouse]

Daybreak by John Donne

STAY, O sweet and do not rise!
The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not: it is my heart,
Because that you and I must part.
Stay! or else my joys will die
And perish in their infancy.

[Galadria]

Jerome, if the's the same Robert E. Howard that I'm thinking of, the one that wrote the Conan and Kull stories, he died by his own hand in Cross Plains, Texas. He killed himself in despondency when his mother died. -Attalus, on Galadria's laptop.

[Jerome]

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Originally posted by Galadria:
Jerome, if the's the same Robert E. Howard that I'm thinking of, the one that wrote the Conan and Kull stories, he died by his own hand in Cross Plains, Texas. He killed himself in despondency when his mother died. -Attalus, on Galadria's laptop.

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Ach, thats sad.
Thanks for filling me in.

[Melusine]

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Originally posted by Mouse:
Daybreak by John Donne

STAY, O sweet and do not rise!
The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not: it is my heart,
Because that you and I must part.
Stay! or else my joys will die
And perish in their infancy.

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Aww Mousey... if you wanted three thumb-up smileys and a happy Mel you could just have said so! [img]tongue.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img]

John Donne - Death Be Not Proud (from the Holy Sonnets)

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou'art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie,' or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then they stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.

It's one of my favourites by Donne and the only poem of his I know by heart.

[Garnet FalconDance]

"Unfold your Own Myth"
~Rumi

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?

Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop.
Now there's a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins.
Suddenly he's wealthy.

But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened for you.

Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes a moment
of feeling the wings you've grown,
lifting.