Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
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Just wondering... Because of your Xmas poem... Sorry, I was just confused. It sorta made me think of my high school library (there's quite a gathering) but I was sure you were older than high school!
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Gender: Male Location: Holding on tight, never lettin go!
I think Edgar Allen Poe had something with the "Nevermore" theme. I feel like life is a portacrapper and I am the tissue sitting below it all. hahaha..... oi.
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Sent from heaven to raise some hell.
this is a very good poem... written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
The Erl-King
O who rides by night thro' the woodland so wild?
It is the fond father embracing his child;
And close the boy nestles within his loved arm,
To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm.
"O father, see yonder! see yonder!" he says;
"My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?"
"O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud."
"No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud."
The Erl-King Speaks
"O come and go with me, thou loveliest child;
By many a gay sport shall thy time be beguiled;
My mother keeps for theee many a fair toy,
And many a fine flower shall she pluck for my boy."
"O father, my father, and did you not hear
The Erl-King whisper so low in my ear?"
"Be still, my heart's darling--my child, be at ease;
It was but the wild blast as it sung thro' the trees."
Erl-King
"O wilt thou go with me, thou loveliest boy?
My daughter shall tend thee with care and with joy;
She shall bear three so lightlyt thro' wet and thro' wild,
And press thee, and kiss thee, and sing to my child."
"O father, my father, and saw you not plain
The Erl-King's pale daughter glide past thro' the rain?"
"Oh yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full soon;
It was the grey willow that danced to the moon."
Erl-King
"O come and go with me, no longer delay,
Or else, silly child, I will drag thee away."
"O father! O father! now, now, keep your hold,
The Erl-King has seized me--his grasp is so cold!"
Sore trembled the father; he spurr'd thro' the wild,
Clasping close to his bosom his shuddering child;
He reaches his dwelling in doubt and in dread,
But, clasp'd to his bosom, the infant was dead.
also T.S Eliot 'The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock' is very good...long though so i probably won't post it... the best lines are
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea girls wreathed in seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us and we drown."
this is good as well...it's a WWI poem
Perhaps –
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.
Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of Spring seem gay.
And I shall find the white May blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away
Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.
Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to the Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.
But, though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.
Vera Brittain
Reported Missing
My thought shall never be that you are dead:
Who laughed so lately in this quiet place.
The dear and deep-eyed humour of that face
Held something ever living, in Death’s stead.
Scornful I hear the flat things they have said
And all their piteous platitudes of pain.
I laugh! I laugh! – For you will come again-
This heart would never beat if you were dead.
The world’s adrowse in twilight hushfullness,
There’s purple lilac in your little room,
And somewhere out beyond the evening gloom
Small boys are culling summer watercress.
Of these familiar things I have no dread
Being so very sure you are not dead.
Anna Gordon Keown
don't know if anybody wants to discuss them..but anyway they are beautiful poems..i love the line "This heart wold not beat if you were dead"
Last edited by Les yeux clos on Mar 11th, 2005 at 10:32 PM
Gender: Female Location: Culpeper Virginia ( United States)
I am going to find one of the poems I wrote a long time ago when I wasn't married. with my maden name on the who it's by space.
and put it in here for you all to read and tell me what you think.
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Jan 14th, 2005 03:07 PM
Without the space of course....
Because of my eyes 
But extracts from them could be considered poetical.
I just don't like poetry very much, movies are my thing
I don't know why I'm here anyway 
Bravo 
