The Poetry thread
by CountMay 22nd, 2009 at 12:53 PM
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The Sound of the Sound
Consistent inconsistency
of the sea I see.
Glass-eyed walls of shattered silence
echo cold to me.
Collapsing tubes of lace meringue
frosting ribs of sand,
marinading oyster beds,
your quarry is the land.
Reaching blindly for the shoreline,
seeping deeply through,
seeking solace,
restless wand'ring
tentacles of blue.
� Montana Blue
So beautiful Shall01 !
This is one of my favorites....
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
A Soldier
by: Robert Frost
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
PRINCE OF LOVE
Wake, Prince wake!
Open your eyes
Let them show me of her beauty
And your lips that touched
her quivering ones
May they speak of such pleasures
Dear sweet Prince
you sleep with a smile on your face
calling her name
It was a whisper of sweet passion
Wake, Prince wake...
julita
I actually read it CUSA. Awesome test!
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.
Leigh Hunt 1784-1859
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Sorry guys I didn't get it all. First line, first word is WHEN . I apologize Lord Byron. There is a saying I learned: If you must be presenting, be presenting in it's entirety! Not a letter to be missed for it will appear misunderstood. Thanks, julita
There are no better tomorrows than today
Deploying all the insecurities and the hate
to war amongst themselves. julita t. santos