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English Poetry |
shivani |
Mar 3 2006, 12:20 PM
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#106
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DYING.
The sun kept setting, setting still; No hue of afternoon Upon the village I perceived, -- From house to house 't was noon. The dusk kept dropping, dropping still; No dew upon the grass, But only on my forehead stopped, And wandered in my face. My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still, My fingers were awake; Yet why so little sound myself Unto my seeming make? How well I knew the light before! I could not see it now. 'T is dying, I am doing; but I'm not afraid to know. - Emily Dickinson I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, -- the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. - Emily Dickinson QUOTE Truer words were never spoken Ah, but true words leave hearts broken! Truth is only for the wise Lovers ought to stick to lies Unknown Tell All The Truth Tell all the truth but tell it slant, Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth's superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased With explanation kind, The truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind. Emily Dickinson |
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Mar 3 2006, 02:13 PM
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#107
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Nice collection, Sh ( hope it is ok if I address you this way)
Hold You In My Smile Sweet moment, stay with me, and pray do not flee so soon, Let me enjoy the bliss of that first kiss beneath the moon. I wish to cradle this feeling, that has only just been found, A feeling that has unexpectedly turned my world around. Do not depart, Oh please remain within my heart awhile, So that I can savour you once more, and hold you in my smile. Ernestine Northover "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
shivani |
Mar 3 2006, 03:33 PM
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#108
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Death Sets A Thing Of Significant
The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships In crayon or in wool, With "This was last her fingers did," Industrious until The thimble weighed too heavy, The stitches stopped themselves, And then 't was put among the dust Upon the closet shelves. A book I have, a friend gave, Whose pencil, here and there, Had notched the place that pleased him,-- At rest his fingers are. Now, when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs. -Emily D A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid, -- An independent one. Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon? - Emily D I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering sure For that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in his power. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable, and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. -Emily D love this one.... I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated, A service like a drum Kept beating, beating, till I thought My mind was going numb And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again. Then space began to toll As all the heavens were a bell, And being, but an ear, And I and Silence some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here. -Emily D QUOTE Nice collection, Sh ( hope it is ok if I address you this way) Thx. Emily D is good.. and anything is fine. |
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Mar 3 2006, 08:32 PM
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#109
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"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth The Road Not Taken 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, 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 marked 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. Robert Frost "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
shivani |
Mar 3 2006, 11:45 PM
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#110
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To make One's Toilette—after Death
To make One's Toilette—after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still— That's easier—than Braid the Hair— And make the Bodice gay— When eyes that fondled it are wrenched By Decalogues—away— Emily Dickinson ( I think am obsessed about ED's work ) |
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Mar 4 2006, 12:37 AM
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#111
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QUOTE Emily Dickinson ( I think am obsessed about ED's work ) She was a great poet. Seems you are obsessed, but it is quite understandable. Sometimes we do tend to have a fixation. Could I ask you why? Any parallels? "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
catch22 |
Mar 4 2006, 12:40 AM
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#112
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
But you do sign off with a Frost verse.
"The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
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Mar 4 2006, 01:26 AM
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#113
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
"Between Us Now"
Between us now and here - Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather - Who see the scenes slide past, The daytimes dimming fast, Let there be truth at last, Even if despair. So thoroughly and long Have you now known me, So real in faith and strong Have I now shown me, That nothing needs disguise Further in any wise, Or asks or justifies A guarded tongue. Face unto face, then, say, Eyes mine own meeting, Is your heart far away, Or with mine beating? When false things are brought low, And swift things have grown slow, Feigning like froth shall go, Faith be for aye. Thomas Hardy "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
catch22 |
Mar 4 2006, 03:16 AM
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#114
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." Plato
"The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
dimps |
Mar 4 2006, 01:12 PM
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#115
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Member Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: 29-July 04 From: Mumbai, India Member No.: 646 |
Great work Catch and Shiv..
I am a rare visitor as perhaps Mandrake (Suhas) knows I love POETRY .. I too LOVE ED poems...what a way to share them here One of my fav... In Vain. I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain, Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint or broken; A newer Sevres pleases, Old ones crack. I could not die with you, For one must wait To shut the other's gaze down, -- You could not. And I, could I stand by And see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege? Nor could I rise with you, Because your face Would put out Jesus', That new grace Glow plain and foreign On my homesick eye, Except that you, than he Shone closer by. They'd judge us -- how? For you served Heaven, you know, Or sought to; I could not, Because you saturated sight, And I had no more eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise. And were you lost, I would be, Though my name Rang loudest On the heavenly fame. And were you saved, And I condemned to be Where you were not, That self were hell to me. So we must keep apart, You there, I here, With just the door ajar That oceans are, And prayer, And that pale sustenance, Despair! (May be only some one who has Loved and lost would understand this better...) There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
dimps |
Mar 4 2006, 01:16 PM
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#116
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Member Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: 29-July 04 From: Mumbai, India Member No.: 646 |
One more
Heart, we will forget him! Heart, we will forget him! You an I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you're lagging. I may remember him! There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
dimps |
Mar 4 2006, 01:50 PM
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#117
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Member Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: 29-July 04 From: Mumbai, India Member No.: 646 |
Before I got my eye put out Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see -- As other Creatures, that have Eyes And know no other way -- But were it told to me -- Today -- That I might have the sky For mine -- I tell you that my Heart Would split, for size of me -- The Meadows -- mine -- The Mountains -- mine -- All Forests -- Stintless Stars -- As much of Noon as I could take Between my finite eyes -- The Motions of the Dipping Birds -- The Morning's Amber Road -- For mine -- to look at when I liked -- The News would strike me dead -- So safer -- guess -- with just my soul Upon the Window pane -- Where other Creatures put their eyes -- Incautious -- of the Sun -- There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
catch22 |
Mar 4 2006, 02:17 PM
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#118
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
Welcome Dimps,
Nice poems. For most of us, the love of poetry is embedded somewhere within the depths of our thoughts. When we give essence to our thoughts, they become words. One of the hardest things in life is having words in our hearts that one can't utter. At the least, we can reflect & recycle what the great poets have left behind for us. Catch "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
catch22 |
Mar 4 2006, 03:14 PM
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#119
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
Before I got my eye put out Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see -- As other Creatures, that have Eyes And know no other way -- But were it told to me -- Today -- That I might have the sky For mine -- I tell you that my Heart Would split, for size of me -- The Meadows -- mine -- The Mountains -- mine -- All Forests -- Stintless Stars -- As much of Noon as I could take Between my finite eyes -- The Motions of the Dipping Birds -- The Morning's Amber Road -- For mine -- to look at when I liked -- The News would strike me dead -- So safer -- guess -- with just my soul Upon the Window pane -- Where other Creatures put their eyes -- Incautious -- of the Sun -- Though I could say that i fully understand the physical trauma & mental stress that you are undergoing, in fact nobody can. I can't say a prayer for you, being what I am. But from one human being to another, I wish you good health & sincerely hope & wish that you recover the full power of your vision. This is from the bottom of my heart. I can only say 'Your mind is your source of imagination . . .The eyes envy the mind." "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
catch22 |
Mar 4 2006, 03:35 PM
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#120
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
I do not wish to die -
There is such contingent beauty in life: The open window on summer mornings Looking out on gardens and green things growing, The shadowy cups of rose flowering to themselves- Images of time and eternity- Silence in the garden and felt along the walls. The room is suddenly filled with sun, Like a sacrament one can never be Sufficiently thankful for. Door ajar, The eye reaches across from one Open window to another, eye to eye, And then the healing spaces of the sky ...... - Alfred Leslie Rowse, 1903- "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
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