The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
à deriva no rio da existencia
abandonar tudo. conhecer praias. amores novos.
poesia em cascatas floridas com aranhas
azuladas nas samambaias.
todo trabalhador é escravo. toda autoridade
é cômica. fazer da anarquia um
método & modo de vida. estradas.
bocas perfumadas. cervejas tomadas
nos acampamentos. Sonhar Alto.
"I mark the hours every one
Nor have I yet outrun the sun
My use and value unto you
Are ganged by what you have to do"
by Charles Dickens
How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!
How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!
The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.
1. The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
I'm not sure I'll stick with this one as it's absolutely ENORMOUS, but I already have 5 verses of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" memorized.
So... 5 down, 143 to go!
When You Are Old, W. B. Yeats
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
"gato que brincas na rua
como se fosse na cama
invejo a sorte que é tua
porque nem sorte se chama
bom servo das leis fatais
que regem pedras e gentes
que tens instintos gerais
e sentes só o que sentes
és feliz porque és assim
todo o nada que és é teu
eu vejo-me e estou sem mim
conheço-me e não sou eu."
» fernando pessoa (portuguese poet)
I already chose one and learned the first two verses by heart. It is one from Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship.
"I sit beside the fire and think
of all that i have seen
of meadow flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossomer
in autumns that there were
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair ..."
I absolutly love it!
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
I Dwell In Possibility- Emily Dickinson
El Dorado by Edgar Allan Poe
A gallant night
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of El Dorado.
But he grew old --
This knight so bold --
And -- o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like El Dorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow --
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be --
This land of El Dorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied --
"If you seek for El Dorado."
I put out my hand and plucked a rose,
A red satin rose with a velvet scent
and I chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms
knowing that it was perfect.
And because I could not make the rose
And because I could not paint the rose
Nor carve it, nor mold it,
nor even draw it's beauty in my words,
I slowly closed my fingers over it
And crushed it
- Ruth Ellison
The Road Not Taken --Robert Frost
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe....looooooove it :o)
various poems by Jewel
immortality? by ~Juula
I think the poem I'd like to learn is 'Seal Lullaby' by Rudyard Kipling.
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care:
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death’s extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings not so soft,—
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,—
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
I am memorizing the raven! By Edgar Allen Poe!
Fire & Ice by Robert Frost
dr. suess bitch
Annabelle Lee - By Edgar Allen Poe
Mondnacht - Eichendorff
Mondnacht - Eichendorff
Minerva Jones. Spoon River Anthology :)
Yours by Leo Marks
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours
Mending Wall by Robert Frost
Learned "The Great Minimum". July 28, 2011.
Completed 4:55 pm July 28, 2011. The Love Song of Winnie the Pooh.
The one in "The Perks of Being a Wallflower."
I'm going to learn a poem I wrote to recite at an open mic. :)
Sonnet 18 - Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 18 - Shakespeare
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
Fire and Ice~
Some say the world will end in fire,
some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
...But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
and would suffice.
"Cultivo una rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Cardor ni ortega cultivo,
Cultivo una rosa blanca."
Poem chosen "The Road Not Taken
If, by Rudyard Kipling
Art as Flirtation and Surrender by Rumi