poetry
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Hey! PeaPod
I only have these two tunes by her.
Loreena McKennitt - Between The Shadows
Loreena McKennitt - Bonny Portmore
Calm
I only have these two tunes by her.
Loreena McKennitt - Between The Shadows
Loreena McKennitt - Bonny Portmore
Calm
Thanks calm. I have those, I was trying to find the highwaymen by her. Its a great CD called book of secrets, guess I will have to buy it 8O Lady C just has to hear that one. :wink:
Heart, we will forget him
by Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
Desire
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart
An Epitaph
Walter de la Mare
Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she:
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare, rare it be;
And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?
by Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
Desire
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart
An Epitaph
Walter de la Mare
Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she:
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare, rare it be;
And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?
My favourite poem is The Snake by D.H.Lawrence. Who knew he didn't write just softcorn pornography?
One of my favourite poems is by Li Po:
The birds have vanished from the sky,
and now the last clouds slip away.
We sit alone, the mountain and I,
until only the mountain remains.
The birds have vanished from the sky,
and now the last clouds slip away.
We sit alone, the mountain and I,
until only the mountain remains.
When I Heard the Modern Astronomer
with apologies to Walt Whitman
When I heard the modern astronomer,
When the computer driven, GoTo telescope was set up before me,
When I heard its noisy whine, like dentist drills, ice crushers, killer Martian robots,
When the night birds flew away, the crickets hushed, the wildlife fled from the manmade din,
How soon unacountable I became tired and sick,
Till packing up and trudging off I wander'd to another spot,
In the mystical moist night-air, and thru the remaining night,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
with apologies to Walt Whitman
When I heard the modern astronomer,
When the computer driven, GoTo telescope was set up before me,
When I heard its noisy whine, like dentist drills, ice crushers, killer Martian robots,
When the night birds flew away, the crickets hushed, the wildlife fled from the manmade din,
How soon unacountable I became tired and sick,
Till packing up and trudging off I wander'd to another spot,
In the mystical moist night-air, and thru the remaining night,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Mosaic Stadium
The locker rooms are empty now
The stadium stands bare
Our heroes all are homeward bound
Until another year
But if you listen carefully
You might perchance to hear
Echoes of the thunderous roars
Full-throated in their glory
Perhaps you might perceive the ghosts
Of all those Rider fans
Their pride of team displayed in Green
Their banners flying high
Rest now Mosaic Stadium beneath your snowy mantle
And soon the warmth of summer days will welcome crowds anew
And once again the Sea of Green will cheer their Riders on.
by mowich.
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]We Don't Get Fooled Again[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song [/FONT]
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
[/FONT]
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war [/FONT]
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again! [/FONT]
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again! [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie.[/FONT]
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight [/FONT]
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again!
[/FONT]
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again!
[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] Meet the new boss Same as the old boss[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The Who[/FONT]
Among the few that I'm familiar with, both in the original and translation, it's hard to say.
As for translated, I get the impression that Rumi's is probably damned good. Heck, even the translated version was good, so I can only imagine the original Persian version. It's a shame really, 'cause I'd studied some Persian, but not to that level. Not even close.
As for original works, in English I can think of Wiliam Blake as a social critic and for his rich mystical imagery, along with his sharp philosophical mind; and Tennyson as a mirror to Victorian society, not to mention is accurate observation of details in the surrounding environment, and his ability to intertwine science with literature at times.
In French, I also like de la Fontaine for his witty fables which teach common sense 'morals' even if I don't agree with them all; and Victor Hugo as a social critic. In some respects, Hugo and Tennyson were similar in their style, though very different in their apporach to society: Hugo jumped in head first to criticize the injustices of his time, as Blake did, whereas Tennyson tended to retreat from society or, when he did observe it, it was more as a neutral observer.
In Esperanto, I like Zamnehof, strangely enough. He wrote few poems, and even those, though of a good quality, are certainly surpassed by structurally superior ones from later poets. That said, the structure is still good enough, and the content is certainly richer than most others in that they usualy have a a practical goal to call humanity to arise for justice, albeit in a less political way than, let's say, Hugo, and more like Blake, calling us as individuals to become better humans and to join together in love and friendship to build a better world together.
I also like Kalman Kaloczay. More of an obsever, like Tennyson. Though structurally his poetry is much better than Zamenhof's, and many of his poems draw attention to great men and women who have bettered society. Some of his later poems also lament the rise of fascism in Hungary at the time, so it also provides historical commentary.
I can also mention others, but I guess I don't really have a favourite as such, a each has his own qualities.
EQUIPMENT
Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, "I can."
Look them over, the wise and great
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes.
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you've all they had when they made their start.
You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if you only will.
You're well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.
You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.
Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began,
Get hold of yourself and say: "I can."
--Edgar A. Guest
Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, "I can."
Look them over, the wise and great
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes.
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you've all they had when they made their start.
You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if you only will.
You're well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.
You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.
Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began,
Get hold of yourself and say: "I can."
--Edgar A. Guest
Since we were all digging poetry tonight, I wanted to bump this post, it's one of my favorite poems. Enjoy it if you haven't already.
