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Post by Andreas » Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:20 pm

Let me share something Greek. Kostis Palamas.


Am I alone? No, I am not alone, not I.
Within my humble darksome cell
heroes, men, gods,
like lightclouds stir before me.
They look like dreams, like rosy dawn’s
black phantoms; and from a nook
something similar to an angel watches me
and keeps on watching me.
Am I alone? No, I am not alone, not I.
“To live is enough.” ― Shunryu Suzuki
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Post by CarmelaBear » Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:15 am

Andreas wrote: Let me share something Greek. Kostis Palamas.
Am I alone? No, I am not alone, not I....
Wonderful, Andreas. Thank you.
Once in a while a door opens, and let's in the future. --- Graham Greene
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Post by Andreas » Tue Jul 27, 2010 2:49 pm

:)
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Post by Ercan2121 » Tue Jul 27, 2010 9:57 pm

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!--Oh! times,
In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways
Of custom, law, and statute, took at once
The attraction of a country in romance!
When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights,
When most intent on making of herself
A prime Enchantress--to assist the work,
Which then was going forward in her name!
Not favoured spots alone, but the whole earth,
The beauty wore of promise, that which sets
(As at some moment might not be unfelt
Among the bowers of paradise itself)
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
What temper at the prospect did not wake
To happiness unthought of? The inert
Were roused, and lively natures rapt away!

William Wordsworth, about The French Revolution
as it appeared to enthusiasts at its commencement
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Post by CarmelaBear » Wed Jul 28, 2010 12:26 pm

Ercan2121 wrote:Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!--

William Wordsworth, about The French Revolution
as it appeared to enthusiasts at its commencement
Your gift of this poem, Ercan, is making my whole day.

The choice of words is synchronous, meaningful, bold.

It can be somewhat frightening as well, since we now have the benefit of hindsight.

I hope this next revolution will be without blood and the earth will rejoice when a grateful humanity celebrates and honors her as queen of our hearts.

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Post by Dionysus » Thu Jul 29, 2010 1:02 am

This is my most recent completed poem. I hope y'all like it.


SNOWMAN

I am not a man of snow.

No ice nor cold can comprise me,

For thou art like the Laurel's leaves,

A burning bush in dim December-light

Which melts me, transforms me in the

Fleshly crucible of you.


Mine is a mind of April.

No howling winds would glaze

The trees with glitter nor sweep

Meadows of their children here.

It is a sweet and warm thing, bearer

Of birdsong, bees and butterflies' wings.


These art the things of spring.

Morning mist plays with the visible world;

Landscapes art transformed –

Become a wild green place again;

Snowballs birth an alchemy of baseballs

And freshly oiled leather;


Lovers stroll and speak their secrets

In chorus with the scent of myriad of leaves.

And I long to strip thee of thy trappings,

Glimpse thee beneath the spreading bower

Thy hair spread out and dappled with sun and shade

And paint thee with kisses and taste thee ten thousand times.


Sweet. Thy heat is me and I am thee.

For all lovers who love in the spring,

Who have loved in countless seasons and countless guises,

who behold the is and the yes and the art and the thou, are but one;

and the dream becomes more real

for a blink, an hour, the ness of now.
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Post by Andreas » Thu Jul 29, 2010 10:24 pm

Thanks Dionysus, Ercan, really nice poems.
“To live is enough.” ― Shunryu Suzuki
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Post by Transom » Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:41 pm

:D

Always liked to recite this poem as a sort of invocation before any introspective task.


god within me, god without,
how shall I ever be in doubt?
there is no place that i may go,
and not there see god's face, not know.
I am god's vision and god's ears,
so through the harvest of my years
I am the sower and the sown,
god's self unfolding, and god's own.

(this was inscribed in celtic, found on a standing stone dated to the 10th century A.D.)
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Post by Neoplato » Fri Aug 06, 2010 4:55 pm

Always liked to recite this poem as a sort of invocation before any introspective task.


god within me, god without,
how shall I ever be in doubt?
there is no place that i may go,
and not there see god's face, not know.
I am god's vision and god's ears,
so through the harvest of my years
I am the sower and the sown,
god's self unfolding, and god's own.

(this was inscribed in celtic, found on a standing stone dated to the 10th century A.D.)
Like I keep saying, this stuff has been around for thousands of years...just swept under the rug.

It's just interesting that no matter how many books you burn, it can't be eliminated from the psyche of man. :D
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Post by Neoplato » Fri Aug 06, 2010 5:02 pm

Here's one of my favorites! :D
That Bright Chimeric Beast

That bright chimeric beast
Conceived yet never born,
Save in the poet's breast,
The white-flanked unicorn,
Never may be shaken
From his solitude;
Never may be taken
In any earthly wood.

That bird forever feathered,
Of its new self the sire,
After aeons weathered,
Reincarnate by fire,
Falcon may not nor eagle
Swerve from his eyrie,
Nor any crumb inveigle
Down to an earthly tree.

That fish of the dread regime
Invented to become
The fable and the dream
Of the Lord's aquarium,
Leviathan, the jointed
Harpoon was never wrought
By which the Lord's anointed
Will suffer to be caught.

Bird of the deathless breast,
Fish of the frantic fin,
That bright chimeric beast
Flashing the argent skin,--
If beasts like these you'd harry,
Plumb then the poet's dream;
Make it your aviary,
Make it your wood and stream.

There only shall the swish
Be heard of the regal fish;
There like a golden knife
Dart the feet of the unicorn,
And there, death brought to life,
The dead bird be reborn.

Countée Cullen
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Post by Dionysus » Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:07 pm

Transom, Neo, Nice! I love this stuff.
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Post by Andreas » Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:28 pm

I really like this one. Henry David Thoreau.
Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell

Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.
“To live is enough.” ― Shunryu Suzuki
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Post by Evinnra » Thu Oct 07, 2010 2:19 am

It seemed rather curious to me that there should be poems written about such lowly an emotion as hatred. Apparently, to wax lyrical about hatred was not beneath the truly great. :wink:

William Shakespeare;

Sonnet 10
For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lovest is most evident;
For thou art so possest with murd’rous hate,
That ‘gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate,
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself, at least, kind-hearted prove :
Make thee another self, for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
(Wordsworth Library Collection)
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Post by Andreas » Thu Oct 07, 2010 7:20 am

What is the source of hatred if not love?
“To live is enough.” ― Shunryu Suzuki
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Post by Neoplato » Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:22 am

What is the source of hatred if not love?
:x :twisted: :shock:
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