poetry (you didn't write) that rocks your world.

[sandsleeper]

[sandsleeper]

[Joey]

[Dr. Hobo]

[happening fish]

William Wordsworth. I adore him. Here's a bit of "Lines Written In Early Spring":

To her fair words did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man


Alexander Pope, "Essay On Man":

Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest;
The sould, uneasy and confined from home
Rests and expatiates in a life to come


T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men":

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper


And, finally, the first verse of a gorgeous poem by an extroardinary poet. Translated into English from Romanian (the translation is excellent) Mihai Eminescu, "A Dacian's Prayer":

When death did not exist, nor yet eternity,
Before the seed of life had first set living free,
When yesterday was nothing, and time had not begun,
When one included all things, and all was less than one,
When sun and moon and sky, the stars, the spinning Earth,
Were still part of the things that had not come to birth,
And you quite lonely stood... I ask myself with awe,
Who is this mighty God we bow ourselves before?


Goodness I wish I could write like that

[One-Eye]

When you’re away, I’m restless, lonely
Wretched, bored, dejected, only
Here’s the rub, my darling dear,
I feel the same when you are near.

Samuel Hoffenstein

[emily]

[happening fish]

Yep it's Mihai for sure, and it's pronounced like you said. There are probably a couple different ways of spelling it. The Romanians tend to get really creative with their name-spelling... I have a cousin named Andreeia

[emily]

[happening fish]

[emily]

[I AM ME]

[happening fish]

Hark, my favourite poem of all time

High Flight - John Gillespie MacGee, Jr.

Oh! I've slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sunsplit clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air

Up, up, the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew
And while with lifiting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.


Some of the punctuation might be erroneous since that was from memory. But it's so beautiful...

[sandsleeper]

wow. that really is beautiful.


here's an e.e. cummings one i'm pretty fond of:

'Me up at does'
e.e. cummings

Me up at does

out of the floor
quietly Stare

a poisoned mouse

still who alive

is asking What
have i done that

You wouldn't have



i love the way you can interpret cummings' poems in so many different ways by just rearranging the words.

i espcially like that last line: "what have i done that you wouldn't have"

[happening fish]

i looove e.e. cummings that's a superb piece of poetry.

[happening fish]

Out of the floor
does a poisoned mouse
who is still alive
quietly stare up at me
Asking "what have I done
That you wouldn't have?"


Excellent.

[sandsleeper]

or it could be:

does a poisoned mouse
quietly stare up at me
who still alive
is asking out of the floor
'what have i done that you wouldn't have?'

although that could be a stretch, but still, you can get so many different things out of it.

[happening fish]

Exactly. Sa beaute est etonnent.

[sandsleeper]

yeah... so i need a poem to analyze in a critical perspectives essay. any suggestions?

[sandsleeper]

oo nevermind... i stumbled upon a nice little walt whitman deal in the almighty diyanni book.