ye olde english is a beauty to mi ears lol
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ye olde english is a beauty to mi ears lol
Two Girls Singing
It neither was the words nor yet the tune.
Any tune would have done and any words.
Any listener or no listener at all.
As nightingales in rocks or a child crooning
in its own world of strange awakening
or larks for no reason but themselves.
So on the bus through late November running
by yellow lights tormented, darkness falling,
the two girls sang for miles and miles together.
and it wasn’t the words or tune. It was the singing.
It was the human sweetness in that yellow,
the unpredicted voices of our kind.
Iain Crichton Smith, 1928-98, Scottish poet in gaelic and english
An homage to Keats? I like this a lot.
Why is this a dead thread? It's good discussion material.
I like poem by wallace stevens
The snow man
i think a good poem to discuss would be the 'entry of christ into liverpool' by adrian henri. I am reminded of a line by germaine greer, playing herself, in the end of the world drama 'second coming' when she says "i could understand if he came back to the middle east but the north of england?!!" the reference doesn't quite hold cos in the drama the son of god is mancunian. Manchester isn't far up the M62 though ('second coming' was written by the first new writer of dr who and the actor who played the son of god was the first new dr who. In the poem i refer to christ gets lost i think in a wonderful mythical procession...)
the beauty of these words amazes me
I really love this poem that you made. I hope one day I can do this such a pretty works. :)
The poem is very conservative, it is parochial in its syntactical disposition , it does not take care of non native English speakers, please next time take care to address universality of English culture by avoiding to be chauvinistic
Which Cummings poem? I looked back through the thread, couldn't find the one you mean. I like this one of his:
I Will Wade Out
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
thanks for this thread.
Amazing poem. but i was lost in the second stanza third line.
Very nice.
Yes it is a man's voice. Otherwise why should the grieving woman be seen as so weak that only a god can punish her offender? The irony and ridicule are unmistakbly there although there is also a hint of sympathy for the sufferer.
Interesting. I especially liked this part:
When a man, wi' heartless slighten,
Mid become a maiden's blighten,
He mid cearelessly vorseake her,
But must answer to her Meaker;
Sounds a bit like what Alanis Morissette was doing with "You Oughta Know." :)