Dillinger4
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Though you remain
Convinced
To be alive
You must have somewhere
To go
Your destination remains
Elusive.
Convinced
To be alive
You must have somewhere
To go
Your destination remains
Elusive.
*Poem of the day thread
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Dillinger4
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that one is "recollections" by Keorapetse Kgosisile
secret squirrel
Well-Known Member
I was indeed wondering
eatmorecheese
He's fallen out of the car again
Catford 1933
Spike Milligan
The light creaks and escalates to rusty dawn
The iron stove ignites the freezing room.
Last night's dinner cast off popples in the embers.
My mother lives in a steaming sink. Boiled haddock condenses on my plate
Its body cries for the sea
My father is shouldering his braces like a rifle,
and brushes the crumbling surface of his suit.
The Daily Herald lies jaundiced on the table.
'Jimmy Maxton speaks in Hyde Park',
My father places his unemployment cards in his wallet - there's plenty of room for them.
In greaseproof paper, my mother wraps my banana sandwiches
It's 5.40. Ten minutes to catch that last workman train.
Who's the last workman? Is it me? I might be famous.
My father and I walk out and are eaten alive by yellow freezing fog.
Somewhere, the Prince of Wales and Mrs Simpson are having morning tea in bed.
God Save the King.
But God help the rest of us.
Spike Milligan
The light creaks and escalates to rusty dawn
The iron stove ignites the freezing room.
Last night's dinner cast off popples in the embers.
My mother lives in a steaming sink. Boiled haddock condenses on my plate
Its body cries for the sea
My father is shouldering his braces like a rifle,
and brushes the crumbling surface of his suit.
The Daily Herald lies jaundiced on the table.
'Jimmy Maxton speaks in Hyde Park',
My father places his unemployment cards in his wallet - there's plenty of room for them.
In greaseproof paper, my mother wraps my banana sandwiches
It's 5.40. Ten minutes to catch that last workman train.
Who's the last workman? Is it me? I might be famous.
My father and I walk out and are eaten alive by yellow freezing fog.
Somewhere, the Prince of Wales and Mrs Simpson are having morning tea in bed.
God Save the King.
But God help the rest of us.
ShiftyBagLady
Thinks she is a flower to be looked at
April Love
BY ERNEST DOWSON
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?
A little while in the shine of the sun,
We were twined together, joined lips, forgot
How the shadows fall when the day is done,
And when Love is not.
We have made no vows--there will none be broke,
Our love was free as the wind on the hill,
There was no word said we need wish unspoke,
We have wrought no ill.
So shall we not part at the end of day,
Who have loved and lingered a little while,
Join lips for the last time, go our way,
With a sigh, a smile?
BY ERNEST DOWSON
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?
A little while in the shine of the sun,
We were twined together, joined lips, forgot
How the shadows fall when the day is done,
And when Love is not.
We have made no vows--there will none be broke,
Our love was free as the wind on the hill,
There was no word said we need wish unspoke,
We have wrought no ill.
So shall we not part at the end of day,
Who have loved and lingered a little while,
Join lips for the last time, go our way,
With a sigh, a smile?
Dillinger4
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I love Ernest Dowson. I am stealing that one shifts
ShiftyBagLady
Thinks she is a flower to be looked at
Me too, I was looking for Cynara (cant remember its full title) which is one of my top ten (maybe even top five) poems when I came across that oneI love Ernest Dowson. I am stealing that one shifts
Brubricker
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Faith Zone
by John Whitworth
We hurl the homosexuals from cliffs,
Being enjoined to do so by religion
That scours our souls of maybes and what ifs.
Such wanton decadence is not our pigeon.
The Word is firm and clear and unambiguous.
Knowing and doing at every point contiguous.
We flog the godless traffickers in booze.
We stone to death the vile adulteresses.
Our sisters shall not marry where they choose,
Nor flaunt themselves in lewd, immodest dresses.
Such conduct is displeasing to the Lord
Whose Truth is sharp and gleaming like a sword.
Forgive our carnal trespasses in youth.
(Boys will be boys — we meant no harm at all.)
That was before we heard the voice of Truth,
That was before we answered to the call,
That was before the blessed Scripture spoke
And told us who to spare and who to croak.
The knife, the lash, the scaffold and the jail
Prevent believers from behaving oddly.
The Holy Word shall everywhere prevail.
It drops from Heaven like manna to the godly.
Our singleness of Faith is true security.
Its flame shall burn in everlasting purity.
by John Whitworth
We hurl the homosexuals from cliffs,
Being enjoined to do so by religion
That scours our souls of maybes and what ifs.
Such wanton decadence is not our pigeon.
The Word is firm and clear and unambiguous.
Knowing and doing at every point contiguous.
We flog the godless traffickers in booze.
We stone to death the vile adulteresses.
Our sisters shall not marry where they choose,
Nor flaunt themselves in lewd, immodest dresses.
Such conduct is displeasing to the Lord
Whose Truth is sharp and gleaming like a sword.
Forgive our carnal trespasses in youth.
(Boys will be boys — we meant no harm at all.)
That was before we heard the voice of Truth,
That was before we answered to the call,
That was before the blessed Scripture spoke
And told us who to spare and who to croak.
The knife, the lash, the scaffold and the jail
Prevent believers from behaving oddly.
The Holy Word shall everywhere prevail.
It drops from Heaven like manna to the godly.
Our singleness of Faith is true security.
Its flame shall burn in everlasting purity.
Yu_Gi_Oh
天天好心情
This is a bit cheeky but do you have a copy of the actual book this poem is from? I know it's in All of us: The collected poems but I want to cite it in an essay and I'd prefer to cite the page number and publishing details rather than just linking to it.
Dillinger4
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London by Yang Lian
reality is part of my nature
spring has accepted the overflowing green of the dead again
streets accept more funerals which are blacker yet beneath the flowers
red phone boxes in the rain like a warning
time is part of the internal organs bird voices
open every rusting face on the benches
watching night’s eyes a prolonged flying accident
when yet another day is blotted out London
write out all my madness lick out all the brown beer’s froth
the bell’s toll in a little bird’s brain vibrates like a gloomy verse unemployed
the city is part of the word the most terrifying part of me
showing my insignificance accepting
blue mildewed sheepskin slip-cover outside the window
sheep meat’s memory diligently binding
its own death dying in the non-convulsing lens
when between two pages of newsprint is a grave behind the grave is the ocean
link
reality is part of my nature
spring has accepted the overflowing green of the dead again
streets accept more funerals which are blacker yet beneath the flowers
red phone boxes in the rain like a warning
time is part of the internal organs bird voices
open every rusting face on the benches
watching night’s eyes a prolonged flying accident
when yet another day is blotted out London
write out all my madness lick out all the brown beer’s froth
the bell’s toll in a little bird’s brain vibrates like a gloomy verse unemployed
the city is part of the word the most terrifying part of me
showing my insignificance accepting
blue mildewed sheepskin slip-cover outside the window
sheep meat’s memory diligently binding
its own death dying in the non-convulsing lens
when between two pages of newsprint is a grave behind the grave is the ocean
link
This is a bit cheeky but do you have a copy of the actual book this poem is from? I know it's in All of us: The collected poems but I want to cite it in an essay and I'd prefer to cite the page number and publishing details rather than just linking to it.
The book is Fires: Essays, Poems, Stories by Raymond Carver (Collins Harvill 1984 reprinted 1997 by The Harville Press) it's on page 75. Sorry for the messy reference, can't remember what you do about reprints for referencing.
Ask if you need to know anything else.
Yu_Gi_Oh
天天好心情
Dillinger4
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First cicada:
life is
cruel, cruel, cruel.
life is
cruel, cruel, cruel.
Dillinger4
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fragment from Europe Europe by Allen Ginsburg
World world world
I sit in my room
imagine the future
sunlight falls on Paris
I am alone there is no
one whose love is perfect
man has been mad man’s
love is not perfect I
have not wept enough
my breast will be heavy
till death the cities
are specters of cranks
of war the cities are
work & brick & iron &
smoke of the furnace of
selfhood makes tearless
eyes red in London but
no eye meets the sun
World world world
I sit in my room
imagine the future
sunlight falls on Paris
I am alone there is no
one whose love is perfect
man has been mad man’s
love is not perfect I
have not wept enough
my breast will be heavy
till death the cities
are specters of cranks
of war the cities are
work & brick & iron &
smoke of the furnace of
selfhood makes tearless
eyes red in London but
no eye meets the sun
Ceej
Where is my mind?
This is long, but lovely - written to be read at his mothers funeral.
What Me Mam Taught Me
by Mike Garry
How to dream
That God is free
That love isn’t all you need
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
That I lived in the greatest city on earth
How to show my value as well as my worth
Success only comes through hard work
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
That my family will see me through
Maureen Seamus Patricia Theresa Chris and Hugh
She said, “If you work with them, they’ll work with you”
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
That charity begins at home
That it’s good to spend some time alone
Say something positive, don’t just moan
What Me Mam Taught Me
To Travel
To sail eight of the seven seas
That solitude is a dead good beach
That a caravan in wales isn’t all you need
What Me Mam Taught Me
To find beauty in the angry young man
To have as many kids as you can
To only have a Silver Cross Pram
What Me Mam Taught Me
She said that
Through reading and writing I would escape
That I could always have my say
To say a prayer every single day
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
Drink too much & I’ll be depressed
If I take drugs I’ll be a mess
Eat too much food I’ll be obsessed (she really said obese but that wouldn’t have rhymed)
What Me Mam Taught Me
To swim
To dance
To show true precision
To have confidence in all my decisions
For everyday to be a mission
What Me Mam Taught Me
Don’t want to be in, it’s better to be out
A whisper can be louder than a shout
To put my brain in gear before I use my mouth (I’m still working on this one)
What Me Mam Taught Me
To take life slow don’t live too fast
To live each day as if your last
Abstain from meat and on Friday fast
What Me Mam Taught Me
If someone’s down, pick them up
If someone’s thirsty, give them your cup
If someone’s bored, give them a book
What Me Mam Taught Me
If someone’s homeless, take them in
That God will always forgive a sin
To put my litter in the bin
What Me Mam Taught Me
That Women’s Lib is nothing to do with burning bras
That if you believe in yourself you will go far
To always drive a Nissan car
What Me Mam Taught Me
She said
Michael, tell them not to cry
Because I have live such a fantastic life
And you can see me in all the children’s eyes
That a sunset is someone you love saying goodbye
Did you see the sunset on Thursday night?
So no sadness today, let’s celebrate her life
What Me Mam Taught Me
What Me Mam Taught Me
by Mike Garry
How to dream
That God is free
That love isn’t all you need
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
That I lived in the greatest city on earth
How to show my value as well as my worth
Success only comes through hard work
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
That my family will see me through
Maureen Seamus Patricia Theresa Chris and Hugh
She said, “If you work with them, they’ll work with you”
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
That charity begins at home
That it’s good to spend some time alone
Say something positive, don’t just moan
What Me Mam Taught Me
To Travel
To sail eight of the seven seas
That solitude is a dead good beach
That a caravan in wales isn’t all you need
What Me Mam Taught Me
To find beauty in the angry young man
To have as many kids as you can
To only have a Silver Cross Pram
What Me Mam Taught Me
She said that
Through reading and writing I would escape
That I could always have my say
To say a prayer every single day
What Me Mam Taught Me
She taught me
Drink too much & I’ll be depressed
If I take drugs I’ll be a mess
Eat too much food I’ll be obsessed (she really said obese but that wouldn’t have rhymed)
What Me Mam Taught Me
To swim
To dance
To show true precision
To have confidence in all my decisions
For everyday to be a mission
What Me Mam Taught Me
Don’t want to be in, it’s better to be out
A whisper can be louder than a shout
To put my brain in gear before I use my mouth (I’m still working on this one)
What Me Mam Taught Me
To take life slow don’t live too fast
To live each day as if your last
Abstain from meat and on Friday fast
What Me Mam Taught Me
If someone’s down, pick them up
If someone’s thirsty, give them your cup
If someone’s bored, give them a book
What Me Mam Taught Me
If someone’s homeless, take them in
That God will always forgive a sin
To put my litter in the bin
What Me Mam Taught Me
That Women’s Lib is nothing to do with burning bras
That if you believe in yourself you will go far
To always drive a Nissan car
What Me Mam Taught Me
She said
Michael, tell them not to cry
Because I have live such a fantastic life
And you can see me in all the children’s eyes
That a sunset is someone you love saying goodbye
Did you see the sunset on Thursday night?
So no sadness today, let’s celebrate her life
What Me Mam Taught Me
ShiftyBagLady
Thinks she is a flower to be looked at
Song of myself by Walt Whitman (section 32)
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
So they show their relations to me and I accept them,
They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
I wonder where they get those tokens,
Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
Myself moving forward then and now and forever,
Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,
Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them,
Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,
Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.
His nostrils dilate ...my heels embrace him...
His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure ...we race around and return.
I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion,
Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?
Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
So they show their relations to me and I accept them,
They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
I wonder where they get those tokens,
Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
Myself moving forward then and now and forever,
Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,
Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them,
Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,
Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.
His nostrils dilate ...my heels embrace him...
His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure ...we race around and return.
I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion,
Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?
Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.
Dillinger4
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great poem shifts. I was reading Walt Whitman just the other day
ShiftyBagLady
Thinks she is a flower to be looked at
I like most of it. Some of it is questionable and some is a little grandiose of ray liking but overall I reckon it is a good piece.
Brubricker
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All You Who Sleep Tonight
by Vikram Seth
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
by Vikram Seth
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
Dillinger4
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In the Name of Greatness by Nicki Williams
Dillinger4
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The West develops wonderful new skills
In this as in so many other fields
Its submarines are crocodiles
Its bombers rain destruction from the skies
Its gasses so obscure the sky
They blind the sun's world-seeing eye.
Dispatch this old fool to the West
To learn the art of killing fast – and best.
- Muhammed Iqbal
In this as in so many other fields
Its submarines are crocodiles
Its bombers rain destruction from the skies
Its gasses so obscure the sky
They blind the sun's world-seeing eye.
Dispatch this old fool to the West
To learn the art of killing fast – and best.
- Muhammed Iqbal
Dillinger4
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Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran
I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard the cry of birds.
That night the sound of wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many petals then had fallen?
I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard the cry of birds.
That night the sound of wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many petals then had fallen?
ShiftyBagLady
Thinks she is a flower to be looked at
Poetry of Departures (by Philip Bigot Larkin)
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
Elemental move.
And they are right, I think.
We all hate home
And having to be there:
I detest my room,
It's specially-chosen junk,
The good books, the good bed,
And my life, in perfect order:
So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?
And that helps me to stay
Sober and industrious.
But I'd go today,
Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads,
Crouch in the fo'c'sle
Stubbly with goodness, if
It weren't so artificial,
Such a deliberate step backwards
To create an object:
Books; china; a life
Reprehensibly perfect.
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
Elemental move.
And they are right, I think.
We all hate home
And having to be there:
I detest my room,
It's specially-chosen junk,
The good books, the good bed,
And my life, in perfect order:
So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?
And that helps me to stay
Sober and industrious.
But I'd go today,
Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads,
Crouch in the fo'c'sle
Stubbly with goodness, if
It weren't so artificial,
Such a deliberate step backwards
To create an object:
Books; china; a life
Reprehensibly perfect.
Dillinger4
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Spring Sleep by Bai Juyi
The pillow's low, the quilt is warm, the body smooth and peaceful,
Sun shines on the door of the room, the curtain not yet open.
Still the youthful taste of spring remains in the air,
Often it will come to you even in your sleep.
The pillow's low, the quilt is warm, the body smooth and peaceful,
Sun shines on the door of the room, the curtain not yet open.
Still the youthful taste of spring remains in the air,
Often it will come to you even in your sleep.
Ceej
Where is my mind?
I was babysitting for my cousin's baby last night.....*yawns*
If you'll just go to sleep by Gabriella Mistral.
The blood red rose I gathered yesterday,
and the fire and cinnamon of the carnation
Bread baked with anised and honey
and a fish in a bowl that makes a glow;
All this is yours, baby born of woman, if you'll just go to sleep.
A rose, I say, I say a carnation, fruit, I say, and I say honey!
A fish that glitters, and more, I say....
If you will only sleep till day.
If you'll just go to sleep by Gabriella Mistral.
The blood red rose I gathered yesterday,
and the fire and cinnamon of the carnation
Bread baked with anised and honey
and a fish in a bowl that makes a glow;
All this is yours, baby born of woman, if you'll just go to sleep.
A rose, I say, I say a carnation, fruit, I say, and I say honey!
A fish that glitters, and more, I say....
If you will only sleep till day.
ShiftyBagLady
Thinks she is a flower to be looked at
Still to be Neat by Ben Jonson
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powder'd, still perfum'd:
Lady, it is to be presum'd,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all th' adulteries of art;
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powder'd, still perfum'd:
Lady, it is to be presum'd,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all th' adulteries of art;
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Dillinger4
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Aurora borealis. Terrible dawn. As they open their eyes, they are almost transparent.
Dillinger4
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Stealing this one for my blog.
Dillinger4
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December in Yase by Gary Snyder
You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years."
After college I saw you
One time. You were strange,
And I was obsessed with a plan.
Now ten years and more have
Gone by: I've always known
where you were—
I might have gone to you
Hoping to win your love back.
You still are single.
I didn't.
I thought I must make it alone. I
Have done that.
Only in dream, like this dawn,
Does the grave, awed intensity
Of our young love
Return to my mind, to my flesh.
We had what the others
All crave and seek for;
We left it behind at nineteen.
I feel ancient, as though I had
Lived many lives.
And may never now know
If I am a fool
Or have done what my
karma demands.
You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years."
After college I saw you
One time. You were strange,
And I was obsessed with a plan.
Now ten years and more have
Gone by: I've always known
where you were—
I might have gone to you
Hoping to win your love back.
You still are single.
I didn't.
I thought I must make it alone. I
Have done that.
Only in dream, like this dawn,
Does the grave, awed intensity
Of our young love
Return to my mind, to my flesh.
We had what the others
All crave and seek for;
We left it behind at nineteen.
I feel ancient, as though I had
Lived many lives.
And may never now know
If I am a fool
Or have done what my
karma demands.
