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04-13-2011, 10:20 PM | #11 | |
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Re: Favorite Poems
The Love Song of Alfred Prufrock, by T. S. Eliot
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10 Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15 The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20 And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25 There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30 Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go 35 Talking of Michelangelo.
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04-13-2011, 11:02 PM | #12 | |||||
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Re: Favorite Poems
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04-14-2011, 02:16 AM | #13 | ||
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Re: Favorite Poems
Mine would have to be the Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, which I will not post here because it has 3300 words in it, another one of my favorites is Kubla Khan also by Coleridge, which I will not post here due to the fact that I am on my iTouch.
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04-14-2011, 02:34 AM | #14 | |
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is that the one which he wrote when he was on opium or something?
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04-18-2011, 02:37 PM | #15 | |
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Re: Favorite Poems
since feeling is first
who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis e.e. cummings
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04-18-2011, 11:25 PM | #16 | |
Re: Favorite Poems
noice.
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