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Hyperspacerebel
I flip-flop all over the place when it comes to poetry, but at the moment I'm a big fan of T. S. Eliot, especially his
Wasteland
. That poem is a work of genius, almost every line aludes to some other work of literature/poetry. And I have to say "I will show you fear in a handful of dust," has to to be my favorite line in there.
What's your favorite poem?
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Fizzles
There was on old man from Peru,
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe,
He woke up with a fright,
In the middle of the night,
To find that his dream had come true.
-Gary the Snail.
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Random0214
There was on old man from Kentucky,
Who dreamed he was eating his ducky,
He woke up with a fright,
In the middle of the night,
Realizing he wasn't that lucky.
Thread should be editing this limerick.
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HiVolt
I can't pick one.
To an Athlete Dying Young
--A.E. Housman
Sonnet XIX, When I consider how my light is spent
--John Milton
Sonnet XV, Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight
--Sir Thomas Wyatt
Sonnet LXXV, One day I wrote her name upon the strand
--Edmund Spenser
How many bards the gild lapses of time!
--John Keats
I like sonnets.
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Hyperspacerebel
Digging though one of my notebooks and I found this:
'O Jesus Christ!' one fellow sighed.
And kneeled, and bowed, tho' not in prayer, and died.
And the Bullets sang 'In Vain',
Machine Guns chuckled 'Vain',
Big Guns guffawed 'In Vain'.
'Father and mother!' one boy said.
Then smiled -- at nothing, like a small child; being dead.
And the Shrapnel Cloud
Slowly gestured 'Vain',
The falling splinters muttered 'Vain'.
'My love!' another cried, 'My love, my bud!'
Then, gently lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.
And the Flares gesticulated, 'Vain',
The Shells hooted, 'In Vain',
And the Gas hissed, 'In Vain'.
-First Draft of Wilfred Owen's poem
The Last Laugh
, titled
Last Words
.
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Сообщение от
Toldry
Johhny and Marrisa,
Sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love,
Then comes marriage
Then comes an abrupt, tragic miscarriage.
Then comes blame, then comes despair.
Two hearts damaged beyond repair.
Jhonny leaves Marrisa, and takes the tree.
D-I-V-O-R-C-E
From
here
.
Сообщение от
Zoltas
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Maybe not my favorite but a glorious one nonetheless!
Сообщение от
Hyperspacerebel
Alfred, Lord Tennyson is win.
I like his funky pen-name too.
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Monday
Once wide and new a plain was spread
Where King Fingolfin proudly led
His silver armies on the green
His horses white, his lances keen
His helmets tall of steel were hewn
His shields were shining as the moon
There trumpets rang both long and loud,
And challenge rang unto the cloud
That lay on Morgoth’s northern tower
While Morgoth waited for his hour.
Rivers of fire at dead of night
In winter lying cold and white
upon a plain burst forth and high
the red was mirrored in the sky
From Hithlum’s walls they saw the fire
The steam and smoke in spire on spire
Lead up, till confusion vast
The stars were chocked. And so it passed
The mighty field, and turned to dust,
to shifting sand and yellow rust
to thirsty dunes where many bones
lay broken among barren stones
Dor-na-Fauglith Land of Thirst
They named it, waste accursed,
The raven haunted roofless grave
Of many fair and many brave.
The lays of Beleriand, by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Сообщение от
Hyperspacerebel
Once wide and new a plain was spread
Where King Fingolfin proudly led
His silver armies on the green
His horses white, his lances keen
His helmets tall of steel were hewn
His shields were shining as the moon
There trumpets rang both long and loud,
And challenge rang unto the cloud
That lay on Morgoth’s northern tower
While Morgoth waited for his hour.
Rivers of fire at dead of night
In winter lying cold and white
upon a plain burst forth and high
the red was mirrored in the sky
From Hithlum’s walls they saw the fire
The steam and smoke in spire on spire
Lead up, till confusion vast
The stars were chocked. And so it passed
The mighty field, and turned to dust,
to shifting sand and yellow rust
to thirsty dunes where many bones
lay broken among barren stones
Dor-na-Fauglith Land of Thirst
They named it, waste accursed,
The raven haunted roofless grave
Of many fair and many brave.
The lays of Beleriand, by J.R.R. Tolkien.
If you didn't know, I'm a huge Tolkien geek; but in all truthfulness I can't say I like
The Lay of Leithian
(the one you quoted) all that much (It's not bad, it's just not great either). I much prefer his
Lay of the Children of Húrin
.
Сообщение от
Monday
Once wide and new a plain was spread
Where King Fingolfin proudly led
His silver armies on the green
His horses white, his lances keen
His helmets tall of steel were hewn
His shields were shining as the moon
There trumpets rang both long and loud,
And challenge rang unto the cloud
That lay on Morgoth’s northern tower
While Morgoth waited for his hour.
Rivers of fire at dead of night
In winter lying cold and white
upon a plain burst forth and high
the red was mirrored in the sky
From Hithlum’s walls they saw the fire
The steam and smoke in spire on spire
Lead up, till confusion vast
The stars were chocked. And so it passed
The mighty field, and turned to dust,
to shifting sand and yellow rust
to thirsty dunes where many bones
lay broken among barren stones
Dor-na-Fauglith Land of Thirst
They named it, waste accursed,
The raven haunted roofless grave
Of many fair and many brave.
The lays of Beleriand, by J.R.R. Tolkien.
If you didn't know, I'm a huge Tolkien geek; but in all truthfulness I can't say I like
The Lay of Leithian
(the one you quoted) all that much (It's not bad, it's just not great either). I much prefer his
Lay of the Children of Húrin
.
i haven't read the book cover to cover, I had read that one and liked it a lot. I'll have to take a look at the Lay of the Children of Húrin. Is it in the lays of Beleriand or is it in the Children of Húrin novel?
Сообщение от
Hyperspacerebel
i haven't read the book cover to cover, I had read that one and liked it a lot. I'll have to take a look at the Lay of the Children of Húrin. Is it in the lays of Beleriand or is it in the Children of Húrin novel?
Yeah, it's in the
Lays of Beleriand.
He abandoned it and started working on a prose version called
Narn i Chîn Húrin
. The manuscripts from that were compiled by his son and made into
The Children of Húrin
that we have today.
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