Poetry

[Patricia]

Is anyone into poetry here?


I'm very fond of poetry myself, but I mostly know French poets... I guess you'd all start hissing if I started quoting French poems!!


This morning I had an exam on WWI poetry, we had to write an essay on Wilfred Owen's "Dolce et decorum est". God, how beutiful is this poem??


Dulce Et Decorum Est


Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

[october]

<H1>Graveyard Poem</H1>






<UL>
<UL>It was the greatest night of my life
although I still had not found a wife
I had my friends right there beside me[/list][/list]





<UL>
<UL>We tripped the wall
We scaled the graveyard
Ancient shapes were all around us
The wet dew felt fresh beside the fog
Two made love in an ancient spot
One chased a rabbit into the dark
A girl got drunk and balled the dead
And I gave empty sermons to my head
Cemetery, cool and quiet
Hate to leave your secret lay
Dread the milky coming of the day[/list]<UL>[/list]<UL>[/list]<UL>[/list]<UL>[/list]<UL>the poet who wrote this isnt french but he's burried in france,[/list][/list]

[Wheels]

Originally Posted by Patricia

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

For those like me who don't speak, read or write latin...

"It is sweet and honourable to die for your country"

[Patricia]

Ooops, sorry! i meant to write that, but I forgot...[img]smileys/smiley17.gif[/img]

[MIFFY]

noooooooooooooo memories of the leaving cert flooding horribly back!![img]smileys/smiley26.gif[/img]i love poetry tho. brandon boyd from incubus released a book full of his work with his drawings, its really good its called something like 'small fluffy clouds'.

[Wheels]

The trees were in suspense
Listening with an intense
Anxiety for the Word
That in the beginning stirred
The dark-branched tree
Of Humanity.

Just the first verse of 'March' by Patrick Kavangh.

[Hendrik]

Sorry for not praising english poems, but I'm not into it...[img]smileys/smiley6.gif[/img]


Yesterday I found a little poem written by myself, it's a few months old:


Aufgeschwungen kreisen wir


als frühlingsfrohes Fluggetier


Streifend alle Lüfte bald


landen wir im Zukunftswald.





Well, how'd you like it? [img]smileys/smiley4.gif[/img]


P.S.: Why are there always these empty spaces between my lines? How can I change that? I hate it. Edited by: Hendrik

[The Weatherman]

i love Dulce et Decorum Est.
anyone know "anthem for doomed youth"? that's great too.

[Patricia]

What passing bells for those who die as cattle? (...)


*sigh* I love it too!

[Alistair]

I remember studying and writing an essay on that same poem once upon a time. It's quite nice to get an exam question on something you like

[Angela]

Originally Posted by Hendrik

Streifend alle Lüfte bald
landen wir im Zukunftswald.

Well, how'd you like it? [img]smileys/smiley4.gif[/img]

P.S.: Why are there always these empty spaces between my lines? How can I change that? I hate it.

I love those two lines! Did you invent the word "Zukunftswald"? It's great! [img]smileys/smiley10.gif[/img]

Some other people had the problem with the empty lines before, but I can't remember what solved it [img]smileys/smiley6.gif[/img] Maybe PM the webmaster? He might remember it.

[loucha]

we studied dulce et decorum est, in both history and english, i loved them. i also studied anthem for doomed youth, very good. i'm doing rossetti in english at the moment. She's a bit regretful, but very good.


a firm favourite war poem is one by siegfried sassoon,


"i knew a simple sailor boy, who grinned at life in emprty joy, slept soundly through the lonesome dark, and whistled early with the lark.


In winter trenches, cowed and glum, with crumps and lice and lack of rum, he put a bullet through his brain, and no-one spoke of him again.


you smug faced crowds with kindling eye. Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know, the hell where youth and laughter go."


its so simple, yet so powerful.

[Hendrik]

Originally Posted by Angela

I love those two lines! Did you invent the word "Zukunftswald"? It's great! [img]smileys/smiley10.gif[/img]

Some other people had the problem with the empty lines before, but I can't remember what solved it [img]smileys/smiley6.gif[/img] Maybe PM the webmaster? He might remember it.

Yes, I invented it. Thank you.


I will do that with the PM, okay.

[october]

For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, &amp; the strong, &amp; the wise.

Brothers &amp; sisters of the pale forest
Children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?

Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents &amp; to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.

[october]

<DIV align=center>The night is young and full of rest,</DIV>
<DIV align=center>I can't describe the way she's dressed</DIV>
<DIV align=center>she'll pander to some strange requests,</DIV>
<DIV align=center>anything that you suggest,</DIV>
<DIV align=center>anything to please her guest ...</DIV>

[Patricia]

Même quand nous dormons


Même quand nous dormons nous veillons l’un sur l’autre


Et cet amour plus lourd que le fruit mûr d’un lac


Sans rire et sans pleurer dure depuis tumours


Un jour après un jour une nuit après nous.








Even when asleep


Even when asleep we look after each other


And this love, heavier than the ripe fruit of a lake


With no crying and no laughing since always has lasted


A day after a day a night after us.





Translating poetry is baaaaaaaaaaad I know, but I like this poem...[img]smileys/smiley1.gif[/img]

[Varuna]

My favourite poem of all times





IN A STATION OF THE METRO


"The Apparition of these faces on the crowd


Petals on a wet black bough"


By Ezra Pound





These 2 lines summarize the essence of life.

[idiosynful]

We did some analyzing of "In the Station of the Metro." It was beautiful at first, but after two weeks of pondering the poets inner intentions; I wanted to kill something. =D
<DL>
<DT>O Rose, thou art sick!
<DT>The invisible worm
<DT>That flies in the night,
<DT>In the howling storm,
<DT>
<DT>Has found out thy bed
<DT>Of crimson joy:
<DT>And his dark secret love
<DT>Does thy life destroy. </DT></DL>


W. Blake. *nod nod*

[Varuna]

I know what u mean idiosynful


I wrote 10,000 words on that. At the end my arm felt like it was gonna fall off.


here's one that speaks for itself:


I love him, O yes I do,
He's for me, not for you,
And if by chance you take my place,
I'll take my fist and smash your face!

[Patricia]

Lol, varuna!


I love the one I have for signature; it was written during WWI by a woman who had lost her fiancé...[img]smileys/smiley19.gif[/img]

[samuelle]

i read a fantastic poem in a class one time about a man who finds a deer at the side of the road. when he goes to push it into the the ravine by the road, he feels its warm foal (is that the right term?) still alive inside its belly and he has to push the deer of the road knowing that he is pushing off a living baby deer.


that poem floored me, and i haven't seen it since. is anyone familiar with it?

[Varuna]

I love the signature patiricia


there is a poem called "The child dancing" by Gwendoline MacEwen.


Try to get your hands on that.I can't find it on the internet otherwise i would have posted it. its so beautiful that everytime i read it ,sends shivers down my spine.

[Hendrik]

Okay, mind storming for making up an english poem by that bastard child Henders(I know it's goin to be sh*te):

I searched for you
in every place
your grace
filled every empty space

Bah, disgusting, pathetic scum...[img]smileys/smiley6.gif[/img]

[loucha]

patricia :ive read alot of vera Brittains stuff. i especially like a statement she made about going to a cottage, who's mother of a killed soldier ahd just recieved all his blooded kit, which he had been killed in. And that she realised then, what france was really about.


where in france are you from, we have a house there. we go to the d-day beaches every year.

[Patricia]

In Nantes, its just below Brittany -actually it IS in Brittany (kind of political question that)

[loucha]

mines in brittany. A little village called epinac, next to dol, about ten mins from st.malo. You heard of epinac or dol?

[Patricia]

The names don't ring a bell... How do you like Brittany?

[loucha]

you must know st.malo obviously?


weve had it ther for about four years now. its lovely, the neighbours are the best you could ask for, my parents go to meals with them all the time. its an old kind of village weve got lots of land though, and next door is a farm. we travel to normandy whilst there though.

[Patricia]

St Malo yes, but not the others. You've never driven down to Nantes?

[loucha]

no don't think anyway. we go mon st. micheal (sorry if spelt wrong), we may have driven through it from the ferry though, cause sometimes we have to go from canne (sorry if spelt wrong again) to st. malo?