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post Feb 29 2008, 09:36 AM
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The Strangest Creature On Earth
- Nazim Hikmet

You're like a scorpion, my brother,
you're in a cowardly darkness like a scorpion.
You're like a sparrow, my brother,
you're in a sparrow's flutter.
You're like a mussel, my brother,
closed as a mussel, tranquil.
And you're dreadful
as the mouth of an extinct volcano, my brother.
Not one,
not five,
you're in millions, unfortunately.
You're like a sheep, my brother,
when the cloaked drover raises his stick
you join the herd at once
and almost proudly run to the slaughter house.
You're the strangest creature on earth, that is,
even stranger than the fish in the sea
which doesn't know the sea.
And in this world, this tyranny
is thanks to you.
And if we're starved, tired, covered with blood
and if we're still being crushed like grapes for our wine
the fault is yours,
- though I can't bring myself to say it -
but a lot of it, my dear brother, is yours.

1947
tr. by Fuat Engin

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post Feb 29 2008, 09:43 AM
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Love is Enough
-William Morris

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

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post Mar 2 2008, 03:30 PM
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Time Does Not Bring Relief: You All Have Lied
- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

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post Mar 2 2008, 03:32 PM
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The Day is Done
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

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post Mar 4 2008, 06:00 PM
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Belief
-Josephine Miles

Mother said to call her if the H-bomb exploded
And I said I would, and it about did
When Louis my brother robbed a service station
And lay cursing on the oily cement in handcuffs.

But by that time it was too late to tell Mother,
She was too sick to worry the life out of her
Over why why. Causation is sequence
And everything is one thing after another.

Besides, my other brother, Eddie, had got to be President,
And you can't ask too much of one family.
The chances were as good for a good future
As bad for a bad one.

Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother,
She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified,
Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan
Noblesse oblige.

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post Mar 4 2008, 06:07 PM
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Carpentry
- Carl Dennis

Carpenters whose wives have run off
Are sometimes discovered weeping on the job.
But even then they don’t complain of their work.

Whitman’s father was a carpenter.
He was so happy hammering houses
That he jumped with a shout from the roof beam
And rolled with a yawp in the timothy.
This led his son to conclude wrongly
That all workmen are singers.

Whitman’s father was weak.
He had trouble holding a job.
He hoped that the house he was working on
Would be lived in by a man more steady
Than he was, who would earn his sleep,
Dreaming easy under a sound roof
With no rain in his face.

Of course, there are bad carpenters everywhere.
They don’t care if the walls don’t meet.
“After all,” they argue,
“We’re not building airplanes.”
But Whitman’s father measured his nails.
Many mornings, clacking his plane,
He crooned a song to the corners,
Urging them on to a snug fit.
No needles of heat will escape through a crack
If he can help it, no threads of light.

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post Mar 4 2008, 06:12 PM
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Childhood’s Retreat
- Robert Duncan

It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky the wind
sings loudest surrounding me.

And solitude, a wild solitude’s
revealed, fearfully, high I’d climb
into the shaking uncertainties,

part out of longing, part daring my self,
part to see that
widening of the world,

part to find my own, my secret
hiding sense and place, where from afar
all voices and scenes come back

—the barking of a dog, autumnal burnings,
far calls, close calls— the boy I was
calls out to me
here the man where I am “Look!
I’ve been where you
most fear to be.”

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post Mar 4 2008, 06:18 PM
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Marriage a-la-Mode
- John Dryden

Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decay'd?
We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could,
Till our love was lov'd out in us both:
But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure is fled:
'Twas pleasure first made it an oath.

If I have pleasures for a friend,
And farther love in store,
What wrong has he whose joys did end,
And who could give no more?
'Tis a madness that he should be jealous of me,
Or that I should bar him of another:
For all we can gain is to give our selves pain,
When neither can hinder the other.

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post Mar 4 2008, 06:22 PM
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Meeting at Night
-Robert Browning

I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

II
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

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post Mar 4 2008, 06:22 PM
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Noorie, thanks a lot for all the poems that you have posted,such a beautiful collection.. smile.gif

part out of longing, part daring my self,
part to see that
widening of the world,

part to find my own, my secret
hiding sense and place, where from afar
all voices and scenes come back ...

.....................................


Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother,
She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified,
Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan
Noblesse oblige.

.......................................

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!


.......................................


you join the herd at once
and almost proudly run to the slaughter house.
You're the strangest creature on earth


.......................................


Thanks smile.gif

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Mar 4 2008, 06:25 PM
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Mutability
- Percy Bysshe Shelley

The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.

Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou—and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.

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post Mar 4 2008, 06:37 PM
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QUOTE(pinky @ Mar 4 2008, 06:22 PM) *

Noorie, thanks a lot for all the poems that you have posted,such a beautiful collection.. smile.gif

part out of longing, part daring my self,
part to see that
widening of the world,

part to find my own, my secret
hiding sense and place, where from afar
all voices and scenes come back ...

.....................................


Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother,
She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified,
Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan
Noblesse oblige.

.......................................

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!


.......................................


you join the herd at once
and almost proudly run to the slaughter house.
You're the strangest creature on earth


.......................................


Thanks smile.gif


Pinkz, thanks so much! love.gif This is one of the few threads that I know where I won't be unwelcome.
Catch 22, my gratitude to you.

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QUOTE(noorie @ Mar 4 2008, 06:37 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Mar 4 2008, 06:22 PM) *

Noorie, thanks a lot for all the poems that you have posted,such a beautiful collection.. smile.gif

part out of longing, part daring my self,
part to see that
widening of the world,

part to find my own, my secret
hiding sense and place, where from afar
all voices and scenes come back ...

.....................................


Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother,
She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified,
Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan
Noblesse oblige.

.......................................

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!


.......................................


you join the herd at once
and almost proudly run to the slaughter house.
You're the strangest creature on earth


.......................................


Thanks smile.gif


Pinkz, thanks so much! love.gif This is one of the few threads that I know where I won't be unwelcome.
Catch 22, my gratitude to you.


I feel the same noorie, what a great thread.. smile.gif
you are most welcome everywhere noorie smile.gif

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Mar 4 2008, 06:44 PM
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QUOTE(noorie @ Mar 4 2008, 06:37 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Mar 4 2008, 06:22 PM) *

Noorie, thanks a lot for all the poems that you have posted,such a beautiful collection.. smile.gif

part out of longing, part daring my self,
part to see that
widening of the world,

part to find my own, my secret
hiding sense and place, where from afar
all voices and scenes come back ...

.....................................


Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother,
She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified,
Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan
Noblesse oblige.

.......................................

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!


.......................................


you join the herd at once
and almost proudly run to the slaughter house.
You're the strangest creature on earth


.......................................


Thanks smile.gif


Pinkz, thanks so much! love.gif This is one of the few threads that I know where I won't be unwelcome.
Catch 22 , my gratitude to you.


More Poems...

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post Mar 5 2008, 04:03 PM
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QUOTE(pinky @ Mar 4 2008, 06:40 PM) *

QUOTE(noorie @ Mar 4 2008, 06:37 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Mar 4 2008, 06:22 PM) *

Noorie, thanks a lot for all the poems that you have posted,such a beautiful collection.. smile.gif

part out of longing, part daring my self,
part to see that
widening of the world,

part to find my own, my secret
hiding sense and place, where from afar
all voices and scenes come back ...

.....................................


Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother,
She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified,
Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan
Noblesse oblige.

.......................................

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!


.......................................


you join the herd at once
and almost proudly run to the slaughter house.
You're the strangest creature on earth


.......................................


Thanks smile.gif


Pinkz, thanks so much! love.gif This is one of the few threads that I know where I won't be unwelcome.
Catch 22, my gratitude to you.


I feel the same noorie, what a great thread.. smile.gif
you are most welcome everywhere noorie smile.gif


Catch is a great guy. I wish he hadn't gone away.

Pinkz, about that "welcome" bit, I am not so sure. That's why I don't visit other people's threads anymore.

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