wiffleball 4,631 Posted April 8, 2019 The thing about great literature it's a lot like your favorite movie or favorite painting. You find something new to appreciate seemingly every single time you experience it. This becomes more meaningful to me almost every time I read it. I've been reading it much more lately. It's only the last half for those of you with the short attention span. But clearly the best half. ------------- Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cruzer 1,992 Posted April 8, 2019 Eldorado By Edgar Allan Poe Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’ said he, ‘Where can it be— This land of Eldorado?’ ‘Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,’ The shade replied,— ‘If you seek for Eldorado!’ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
MDC 5,875 Posted April 8, 2019 This Is Just To Say William Carlos Williams, 1883 - 1963 I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fandandy 3,311 Posted April 8, 2019 Damnit Bill. You're a focking @sshole. Florence Williams Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BunnysBastatrds 1,905 Posted April 9, 2019 Annabelle /Poe Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jerryskids 5,164 Posted April 9, 2019 Seriously tho, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jerryskids 5,164 Posted April 9, 2019 Or, with Memorial Day coming, In Flanders Fields: In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
wiffleball 4,631 Posted April 9, 2019 Flanders https://images.app.goo.gl/F53hybgsLJR2jviYA Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hardcore troubadour 12,576 Posted April 9, 2019 Some guy at the pisser: You can do a little jiggle You can do a little dance The last few drops Will still go down your pants. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Nomad99 400 Posted April 10, 2019 On 4/8/2019 at 11:54 PM, jerryskids said: Or, with Memorial Day coming, In Flanders Fields: In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. We had to learn that one in high school along with the Gettysburg address. Still remember it word for word. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
crackattack 513 Posted April 10, 2019 Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites