Post by Luto Esperanza on Sept 26, 2014 22:11:10 GMT -5
I know a lot of people are ridiculously against poetry, but I like poetry. I don't read much, but that's 'cause I don't really feel like looking ever. Anyways, here's my favorite poem: (Sorry for the weird background color, I don't feel like figuring out how to change it, I copy pasted.)
Post by Minamoto Kotoba on Sept 27, 2014 6:12:48 GMT -5
Well, I actually have two favorites, but for different reasons.
1) What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
That's my "favorite" because it was a big part of my childhood. One of my earliest memories is my father reading that to me, and it just felt... beautiful, to someone like me who lived in a city so deprived of nature.
2) Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
My dad always used to say how much he loved this one and how much he wanted someone to read it at his funeral. I think his love for it made me encapsulate him in this poem.
That being said, my dad's not dead. He's just a very morbid man who references his own death way too much for anyone to be truly comfortable with.
"Look at it this way; I'm either going to live to fight another day, or lead by example."
Post by Anise Am Vilde on Sept 27, 2014 8:41:17 GMT -5
You're trying to make me pick one favorite? Preposterous!
Mine would have to be a toss up between "Die Lorelei" by Heinrich Heine, "Enivrez-vous" by Charles Baudelaire and the poem for "SHOCK OF THE QUEEN" by Noriaki Kubo.