A Poem Thread

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by Angelus, Nov 9, 2002.

  1. Write4U Valued Senior Member

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    Annabel Lee
    BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of Annabel Lee;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    But we loved with a love that was more than love—
    I and my Annabel Lee—
    With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsmen came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
    Went envying her and me—
    Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we—
    Of many far wiser than we—
    And neither the angels in Heaven above
    Nor the demons down under the sea
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

    For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
    In her sepulchre there by the sea—
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.
     
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  3. arfa brane call me arf Valued Senior Member

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    A Telling Poem

    writing and spelling
    growing and swelling
    clearing and felling
    shouting and yelling
    uprising and welling
    bombarding and shelling
    conquering and quelling
    cooling and gelling
    buying and selling
    showing and telling
     
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  5. Michael 345 New year. PRESENT is 71 years old Valued Senior Member

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    and ultimately smelling

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  7. arfa brane call me arf Valued Senior Member

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    Catch a fish
    Make a wish
    Cook a dish
    Better call Trish
     
  8. wegs Matter & Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    ... wrong thread, meant to post in quote thread
     
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  10. Seattle Valued Senior Member

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    Somehow you managed to cut and paste a (nice) poem and yet it still has a typo

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    I checked the original poem and from the source that I checked it at least, there was no typo. The typo in the one you posted is "you fingertips" rather than "your fingertips"

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    I hope the hurricane winds and rain in your area aren't too bad tonight.
     
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  11. wegs Matter & Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    Gah! Good catch!

    And, the gusty winds and incessant rain for hours is a little concerning, but hoping it remains a tropical storm, and doesn’t sneak into a hurricane.
     
  12. wegs Matter & Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    (once like a spark)

    if strangers meet
    life begins-
    not poor not rich
    (only aware)
    kind neither
    nor cruel
    (only complete)
    i not not you
    not possible;
    only truthful
    -truthfully,once
    if strangers(who
    deep our most are
    selves)touch
    forever

    (and so to dark)

    ee cummings
     
  13. Seattle Valued Senior Member

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    I have to say I don't get "who deep our most are selves".
     
  14. wegs Matter & Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    I wonder if it's a play on words and we are to shift the words in our minds to read ''who deep are most our selves.'' It stirs in me the truth that when we are our most authentic selves, then we can have the most authentic friendships, relationships, etc.
     
  15. Seattle Valued Senior Member

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    I agree with the sentiment of the overall poem and you are probably right about that phrase as well. It's been a while since I've read a lot of poems.
     
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  16. arfa brane call me arf Valued Senior Member

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    Haiku?

    Is an incomplete
    haiku still a haiku or
    what . . .

    Stoned haiku

    I carve stone haikus
    Immeasurable years pass
    Some are erased . . .
     
  17. Michael 345 New year. PRESENT is 71 years old Valued Senior Member

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    The setting sun
    Sets in the West
    The setting sun
    I like the best

    The rising sun
    Rises in the East
    The rising sun
    I like the least

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  18. Michael 345 New year. PRESENT is 71 years old Valued Senior Member

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    Moon

    The Moon in the Sky
    It pleases my eye

    To stand again on the shore
    Of the Sea of Tranquility
    And tame as before
    Its barren sterility

    We take more than million
    Of those One Small Steps
    Nay a trillion
    Of our frail footsteps

    Magnificent Desolation
    We call the view
    And the name of our station
    For housing our crew

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  21. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "Drink deep, drink deep of quietness,
    And on the margins of the sea
    Remember not thine old distress
    Nor all the miseries to be.
    Calmer than mists, and cold
    As they, that fold on fold
    Up the dim valley are rolled,
    Learn thou to be.”

    ― Robinson Jeffers

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  22. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    “You must learn one thing:
    the world was made to be free in.

    Give up all the other worlds
    except the one to which you belong.

    Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
    confinement of your aloneness

    to learn
    anything or anyone
    that does not bring you alive
    is too small for you.”

    ― David Whyte
     
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    “Love, be
    mystical

    as the flickering
    blue flame
    of night

    as the fully-awoken
    moon

    beneath cobwebs
    of passing clouds

    amidst chanting
    high-tides

    fuzzy,
    as my blanket

    big enough
    to illuminate a hundred
    thousand billion galaxies

    and just small enough to fit
    into my embrace.”
    ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
     
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