What Poetry Moved You?

[Missionary]

Do not go gentle into that Good Night

 

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

 

 

~ Dylan Thomas ~

Edited December 12, 2007 by Missionary

[adikted]

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ang galing :cool:

[Missionary]

i carry your heart with me

 

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

------------------------------i fear

no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

~ ee cummings ~

Edited December 15, 2007 by Missionary

[wildsexyangel]

I like poetry by Miguel Hernandez or Pablo Neruda

 

Lullaby of the Onion is one touching poem.

[iwalkalone]

Peace

m.c.

 

It echoes in the dark, peace calls unto me

from the deep still waters beyond the sea

 

bathed in the soft beam of my hanging God

to the cold pavement of the onyx graveyard

 

my salvation beckons me

I am ready.

 

tis your name i shall take with thee...

 

(P.S. ALL your names! assholes and bitches!)

[Missionary]

Desert Places

 

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast

In a field I looked into going past,

And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,

But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

 

The woods around it have it - it is theirs.

All animals are smothered in their lairs.

I am too absent-spirited to count;

The loneliness includes me unawares.

 

And lonely as it is, that loneliness

Will be more lonely ere it will be less -

A blanker whiteness of benighted snow

With no expression, nothing to express.

 

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces

Between stars - on stars where no human race is.

I have it in me so much nearer home

To scare myself with my own desert places.

 

~ Robert Frost ~

Edited December 16, 2007 by Missionary

[Missionary]

A Dream within a Dream

 

Take this kiss upon thy brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow—

You are not wrong, to deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

 

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand—

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep—while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

 

 

~ Edgar Allen Poe ~

Edited December 19, 2007 by Missionary

[Missionary]

 

I sat there waiting.

 

Waiting for nothing.

 

Beyond good and evil.

 

There was only the day,

 

The lake, the noon,

 

Time without end.

 

 

 

 

 

~ F N i e t z s c h e ~

Edited December 22, 2007 by Missionary

[spellvexit]

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

Is there a second life for us?

 

Then,

 

I'd rather be a little sparrow

 

that only knows how to fly

 

never stopping, never landing

 

I'd rather be a blue rose

 

that opens and blooms once

 

then dies in your sight

 

I'd rather be a snowflake

 

on a bright morning that

 

melts away in the heat of your gaze

 

Even as fragment of a sky

 

through your bedroom window:

 

A book leafed through by the

 

saline sea breeze, soaked by the

 

rapping torrent, trickling down

 

a drop of rain

 

on your hand.

 

I'd rather be all these

 

fleeting creatures of no more than

 

a few moments' life,

 

If only I can be with you.

 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Edited January 2, 2008 by spellvexit

[naked_angel]

funeral blues

 

stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

silence the pianos and with muffled drum

bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

 

let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

scribbling on the sky the message he is dead.

put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

 

he was my north, my south, my east and west,

my working week and my sunday rest,

my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

i thought that love would last forever: i was wrong.

 

the stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;

for nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

-w.h. auden

[mwah]

An excerpt from Erica Jong's The Exposed

 

I am exposed.

I am a print of darkness on a square of film.

I am a garbled dream told by a breakfast-table liar.

I am a wound which has forgotten how to heal.

[lemon]

the age demanded that we sing

and cut away our tongue.

 

the age demanded that we flow

and hammered in the bung.

 

the age demanded that we dance

and jammed us into iron pants.

 

and in the end the age was handed

the sort of s@%t that it demanded.

 

-ernest hemingway, the age demand

 

obviously one of the few who can easily get away with profanity in his work.

[naked_angel]

when you are old

 

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep

and nodding by the fire, take down this book,

and slowly read, and dream of the soft look

your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

how many loved your moments of glad grace,

and loved your beauty with love false or true;

but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

and loved the sorrows of your changing face.

 

and bending down beside the glowing bars,

murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

and paced upon the mountains overhead,

and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

 

-wb yeats

[ZO9zaa]

Invictus

[oropesa]

What poetry moved you?

 

-madami, pero eto na lang post ko, mula sa kaibigan kong makata:

 

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