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I posted 2 comments by mistake so the previous one is the right one

[OrphanPip]

I got a really great complete works of Poe for like 10 dollars on sale, it's gigantic though.

[rimbaud]

any chance you live in macedonia?
hey, anyone know what do I need to shop online, what kind of credit card, can I get that on my own or I must be employed,
oh, I'll have to ask at the bank here


Oh, and I can't believe you're selling them
I wish I could buy them

[Maryd.]

any chance you live in macedonia?
hey, anyone know what do I need to shop online, what kind of credit card, can I get that on my own or I must be employed,
oh, I'll have to ask at the bank here


Oh, and I can't believe you're selling them
I wish I could buy them

Yes, you have to ask your local bank... I got a small credit card out... So if it ever got foiled or stolen, there is only a small amount that can be used. Just depends on the bank, really.

[OrphanPip]

I'm wallowing in credit card debt, I nearly signed up for another one today.

Just from a quick amazon search, complete works of Poe seem to be selling for like 12-14 dollars Canadian.

[Maryd.]

I'm wallowing in credit card debt, I nearly signed up for another one today.

Just from a quick amazon search, complete works of Poe seem to be selling for like 12-14 dollars Canadian.

Wow, that's a good price, and Rimbaud, Amazon is the way to go I am going to order an old book I read in my youth. It had an amazing impact on my life. But see if there is anyone you know who has a credit card, give them the money and they can order it for you. If not. I can't think of any other way.

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Thanks Maryd and OrphanPip

that's a trip to the bank for me, and then ordering, shipping, oh boy!! :S but the best thing would be if I get one on my own, I often need things so it will come in handy
it's a lot of work :S

keep your eyes on the prize

[OrphanPip]

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No:

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant,
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

Your request Rimbaud, so as not to clutter up the love and passion thread.

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Your request Rimbaud, so as not to clutter up the love and passion thread.

thanks

nice, i really like it.

[OrphanPip]

Ya I adore the metaphors in Donne's poetry.

[Maryd.]

Nice orphanpip, is it yours?

[OrphanPip]

Nice orphanpip, is it yours?

Oh lord no, it's John Donne (Open source since it's like 300 years old).

I could never hope to approach that genius

Edit: *cough* 400 *cough* off by a century

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I know I might get shot by saying this, but I haven't read anything from him

I get that he's good,
what's your fav poem by him?

[OrphanPip]

The Flea by John Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.

Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself, nor me the weaker now;
'Tis true, then learn how false fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

I like this one.

He's a metaphysical poet, so his poetry is characterized by really long, sometimes paradoxical, metaphors. It can be hard to read.

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< is amazed how many great poems are there
WOW

well, have to say good night
or good morning, your choice