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  • Kcina
    Kcina wrote:
    hey guys ! what`s your favorite poem? or favorite quotes?
    my favorite quote for the moment is :

    Helene: My Beloved. Do not be afraid. Do not speak. Stay as you are, I'm here at your side. Do you feel me? When I touch you for the first time you will feel the warmth, but you will not know where. Perhaps it will be on your eyes. Who could ever erase this moment. There is no end to it. Don't you see? What we were meant to do we have done. Believe me, my love, we have done it forever. And if it serves your happiness, do not hesitate for a moment to forget this woman. Who now says, without a trace of regret. Farewell.
    - Silk (movie)

  • Sasha 莎莎 Wang
    Anything from Heaney or Yeats I reckon, amazing poets.
    but if you count lyrics as poems (which I totally do), Lamb of god - Omerta or Nein- Otep
  • Daniel
    Daniel wrote:
    My favourite poem at the moment is...I guess ee cummings's 'anyone lived in a pretty how town' :

    http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15403

    My favourite all time poems are probably...
    Larkin's' A Study of Reading Habits'
    Dylan Thomas' 'And Death Shall Have No Dominion'
    John Clare's 'I am'
    W.H. Auden's 'He wishes for the cloths of heaven'
    Poe's 'The Raven'
    R. Williams Parry's 'Hedd Wyn' (It's a Welsh-language poem)
    Pablo Neruda's 'Tonight I can write...' (originally in Spanish but the English translation is still amazing)


    As for quotes, I get some lines running back in my head every so often, like
    'The past is never dead. It isn't even past' from Requiem for a Nun by William Faulkner,
    'Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end' By Virigina Woolf in one of her essays.


  • Daniel
    Daniel wrote:
    Sorry, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven is W.B. Yeats. I've been focused on Auden lately as I marked exams that I included a poem of W.H. Auden's in and have been immersed in it lately.
  • Kcina
    Kcina wrote:
    i think that normally music is a poem
  • Darcy
    Darcy wrote:
    Think how unspeakably sweet
    the taste of snow at midsummer,
    how sweet a kind spring breeze
    after the gales of winter.
    But as we all discover,
    nothing’s quite as sweet
    as one large cloak
    wrapped around two lovers.
    –Asklepiados
  • Yuki Inés
    Yuki Inés wrote:
    Edith Sodergran, The Day Cools.
    Nerudo, Tonight I can write.
  • Kcina
    Kcina wrote:



    Once in a while
    joy throws little stones at my window
    it wants to let me know that it's waiting for me
    but today I'm calm
    I'd almost say even-tempered
    I'm going to keep anxiety locked up
    and then lie flat on my back
    which is an elegant and comfortable position
    for receiving and believing news

    who knows where I'll be next
    or when my story will be taken into account
    who knows what advice I still might come up with
    and what easy way out I'll take not to follow it

    don't worry, I won't gamble with an eviction
    I won't tattoo remembering with forgetting
    there are many things left to say and suppress
    and many grapes left to fill our mouths

    don't worry, I'm convinced
    joy doesn't need to throw any more little stones
    I'm coming
    I'm coming.

    Mario Benedetti

  • Peter Baird
    Peter Baird wrote:
    Worker bees can leave
    Even drones can fly away
    The queen is their slave
  • Åse Marie Strand
    Oh dude, nice Fight Club reference. Here's mine:

    “You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.”
  • Peter Baird
    Peter Baird wrote:
    I am Jack's overwhelming sense of awe.
  • Åse Marie Strand
  • Pete DeMola
    Pete DeMola wrote:
    New Olympic sport
    Staring at the computer
    I would win the gold
  • Hilde Kolkinn
    Hilde Kolkinn wrote:
    Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

    Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
    y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."

    El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

    Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
    Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

    En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
    La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

    Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
    Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

    Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
    Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

    Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
    Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

    Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
    La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

    Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
    Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

    Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
    Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

    La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
    Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

    Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
    Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

    De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
    Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

    Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
    Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

    Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
    mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

    Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,
    y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.

    Pablo Neruda/Poema 20
  • Daniel
    Daniel wrote:
    That poem seems to be the most popular here. I'd love to be able to read it in its original language.
  • Hilde Kolkinn
    Hilde Kolkinn wrote:
    ...it´s the most popular of the 20 love poems and a desperate song...Neruda´s master piece...but, to be honest, what i think is best from him is Versos del Capitán ( The Captain Verses...maybe an adecuated translation?...) a brief collection of short poems.
  • Yuki Inés
    Yuki Inés wrote:
    20 love poems and a desperate song is wonderful enough for me.... especially read in Spanish, like this most famous one.

    Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
    y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
    Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
    y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
    .......
  • A豆腐
    A豆腐 wrote:

    Jorge Luís Borges: ¨Spinoza¨

    Las traslúcidas manos del judío
    labran en la penumbra los cristales
    y la tarde que muere es miedo y frío.
    (Las tardes a las tardes son iguales.)

    Las manos y el espacio de jacinto
    que palidece en el confín del Ghetto
    casi no existen para el hombre quieto
    que está soñando un claro laberinto.

    No lo turba la fama, ese reflejo
    de sueños en el sueño de otro espejo,
    ni el temeroso amor de las doncellas.

    Libre de la metáfora y del mito,
    labra un arduo cristal: el infinito
    mapa de Aquél que es todas sus estrellas".
  • Miriam Pedersen
    《施氏食狮史》

    石室诗士施氏,嗜狮,誓食十狮。氏时时适市视狮。十时,适十狮市。是时,适施氏适市。氏视是十狮,恃矢势,使是十狮逝世。氏拾是十狮尸,适石室。石室湿,氏使侍拭石室。石室拭,氏始试食是十狮尸,食时,始识是十狮尸,实十石狮尸,试释是事。
  • Kcina
    Kcina wrote:

    i like the way he describes exotism ( not my favoite , but one of them )

    La chevelure

    Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure !
    Ô boucles ! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir !
    Extase ! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
    Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
    Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir !

    La langoureuse Asie et la brûlante Afrique,
    Tout un monde lointain, absent, presque défunt,
    Vit dans tes profondeurs, forêt aromatique !
    Comme d'autres esprits voguent sur la musique,
    Le mien, ô mon amour ! nage sur ton parfum.

    J'irai là-bas où l'arbre et l'homme, pleins de sève,
    Se pâment longuement sous l'ardeur des climats ;
    Fortes tresses, soyez la houle qui m'enlève !
    Tu contiens, mer d'ébène, un éblouissant rêve
    De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de mâts :

    Un port retentissant où mon âme peut boire
    A grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur ;
    Où les vaisseaux, glissant dans l'or et dans la moire,
    Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire
    D'un ciel pur où frémit l'éternelle chaleur.

    Je plongerai ma tête amoureuse d'ivresse
    Dans ce noir océan où l'autre est enfermé ;
    Et mon esprit subtil que le roulis caresse
    Saura vous retrouver, ô féconde paresse,
    Infinis bercements du loisir embaumé !

    Cheveux bleus, pavillon de ténèbres tendues,
    Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond ;
    Sur les bords duvetés de vos mèches tordues
    Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
    De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.

    Longtemps ! toujours ! ma main dans ta crinière lourde
    Sèmera le rubis, la perle et le saphir,
    Afin qu'à mon désir tu ne sois jamais sourde !
    N'es-tu pas l'oasis où je rêve, et la gourde
    Où je hume à longs traits le vin du souvenir ?

    Charles Baudelaire .
  • Hilde Kolkinn
    Hilde Kolkinn wrote:
    rain down, rain down
    come on and rain down on me...
    from a great height
    from a great hight...

    Thom York
  • Joakim Berg Solum
    WB Yeats - Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven

    Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
  • Da Fan
    Da Fan wrote:

    best poem? of coz those all-time-classic from Tang and Song Dynasty. As to western ones…err, my favorite is Gibran's "rest in reason, move in passion" part~

  • Da Fan
    Da Fan wrote:

    and the best love poems in my mind are those wrote by 仓央嘉措, the 6th Dalai Lama.

  • Yuki Inés
    Yuki Inés wrote:
    Chinese contemporary poetry,I quite like those written before 1970s,awkward, but quite lovely.... Now can only read 北岛(Bei Dao) and 于坚(Yu Jian).

    @ Da Fan, you had special taste on love poem ha...

    十诫
    仓央嘉措

    第一最好不相见,如此便可不相恋。
    第二最好不相知,如此便可不相思。
    第三最好不相伴,如此便可不相欠。
    第四最好不相惜,如此便可不相忆。
    第五最好不相爱,如此便可不相弃。
    第六最好不相对,如此便可不相会。
    第七最好不相误,如此便可不相负。
    第八最好不相许,如此便可不相续。
    第九最好不相依,如此便可不相偎。
    第十最好不相遇,如此便可不相聚。
    但曾相见便相知,相见何如不见时。
    安得与君相诀绝,免教生死作相思。

  • Da Fan
    Da Fan wrote:

    Special taste? u dont like them? haa

  • Humble Servant
    Heaney: The Republic of Conscience.
  • Humble Servant
    Rilke: Duino Elegies
    "Every Angel is terrifying,
    and yet I evoke you
    almost deadly birds of the soul."
  • Humble Servant
    "I must lie down where all ladders start,
    in the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart."
  • Humble Servant
    "an aged man is but a paltry thing
    A tattered coat upon a stick
    unless soul clap its hands and sing
    and louder sing
    for every tatter in its mortal dress."
  • Humble Servant
    My heart aches and a drowsy numbness
    pains my sense as though of hemlock I had drunk
    one moment past, and into dull Lethe wards sunk.
  • Xx
    Xx wrote:
    still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
    still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
    still a little hard to say what's going on

    still a little bit of your ghost your witness
    still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
    you step a little closer each day
    that i can't say what's going on

    stones taught me to fly
    love taught me to lie
    life taught me to die
    so it's not hard to fall
    when you float like a cannonball

    still a little bit of your song in my ear
    still a little bit of your words i long to hear
    you step a little closer to me
    so close that i can't see what's going on

    stones taught me to fly
    love taught me to lie
    life taught me to die
    so it's not hard to fall
    when you float like a cannonball
    stones taught me to fly
    love taught me to cry
    so come on courage! teach me to be shy
    'cause it's not hard to fall
    and i don't wana scare her
    it's not hard to fall
    and i don't wanna lose
    it's not hard to grow
    when you know that you just don't know
  • Kcina
    Kcina wrote:
    i like those lyrics by damien rice, good choise ...

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