Brick by Ben Folds
Shes a Brick and I'm Drowning slowly
All about a guy that gets a girl pregnant, and then tries to talk her into an abortion... absolutley beautiful song!!!
Brick by Ben Folds
Shes a Brick and I'm Drowning slowly
All about a guy that gets a girl pregnant, and then tries to talk her into an abortion... absolutley beautiful song!!!
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TS Eliot - The Wasteland
April is the cruellest month
Breeding lilacs out of the dead land
Mixing memory and desire
Stirring dull roots with spring rain
When you talk to God its called prayer,
When god talks to you its Catatonic Schizophrenia...Fox MULDER.
Love For This Book
by Pablo Neruda
Translated by Clark Zlotchew and Dennis Maloney
In these lonely regions I have been powerful
in the same way as a cheerful tool
or like untrammeled grass which lets loose its seed
or like a dog rolling around in the dew.
Matilde, time will pass wearing out and burning
another skin, other fingernails, other eyes, and then
the algae that lashed our wild rocks,
the waves that unceasingly construct their own whiteness,
all will be firm without us,
all will be ready for the new days,
which will not know our destiny.
What do we leave here but the lost cry
of the seabird, in the sand of winter, in the gusts of wind
that cut our faces and kept us
erect in the light of purity,
as in the heart of an illustrious star? {first half of this poem}
Prufrock, TS Eliot
Stopping by Woods-Robert Frost
Be Still, My soul, be still-AE Houseman
On his Blindness-Milton
Dover Beach
My Heart leaps up with joy-Wordsworth
I like a lot of poems, but these I enjoy reading over and over and over.
My favourites are-
Ode to Autumn, Keats
Written in early spring, Worsworth
In Memorium, Tennyson
Definitely "Goblin Market" by Christina Rossetti.
I like "Leda and the Swan" by Yeats, as well.
I know that I hanged on a windy tree
nine long nights
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows
from where its roots run.
No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn
downward I peered;
I took up the runes, screaming I took them,
then I fell back from there.
Gotta say 'Days' by Larkin is a favourite of mine:
''Days, what are days for?"
I must say the crunch, by Charles Bukowski.
people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.
My favorite quote of all time.
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Prufrock by Eliot or The Raven by Poe
the raven
''It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.''
- Allen Ginsberg
"The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois."
- Gustave Flaubert
one of my favourite poems is by Pablo Nerruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines..........
One of my favourite poem is "Daffodils" by W.Wordsworth
I also like Shakespeare's sonnet "Dirge to Love"
"The Moon" by Shelley
Nevertheless as a French people , I do not know a lot about English litterature but I am eager to learn
The Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
i like sylvia plath's "mirror" and also am a fan of Robert Frost.
Do we really need to read lines of words to get some feeling about something?! Just look at this :
old pond
a frog jumps
the sound of water
isn't haiku marvelous?
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