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    Denise Levertov - To the Snake

    Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
    and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
    as you hissed to me, glinting
    arrowy gold scales, and I felt
    the weight of you on my shoulders,
    and the whispering silver of your dryness
    sounded close at my ears --


    Green Snake--I swore to my companions that certainly
    you were harmless! But truly
    I had no certainty, and no hope, only desiring
    to hold you, for that joy,
    which left
    a long wake of pleasure, as the leaves moved
    and you faded into the pattern
    of grass and shadows, and I returned
    smiling and haunted, to a dark morning.
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    Drinking Alone by Moonlight

    A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
    I drink alone, for no friend is near.
    Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
    For he, with my shadow, will make three men.
    The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
    Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
    Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
    I must make merry before the Spring is spent.
    To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
    In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
    While we were sober, three shared the fun;
    Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
    May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
    And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.

    Li Bai

    Yes- SHOCKING that I would pick this, I know On an interesting note though, I was reminded of this poem again after seeing an ink on silk painting based on it in the Art Museum yesterday.
    Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom? -Terry Pratchett

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    Quote Originally Posted by GZA View Post
    Bob Dylan: Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

    Thats word for word how I feel right now...
    LOVE THIS!!!!!
    There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.
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    Loneliness - Mikhail Lermontov 1830

    It's Hell for us to draw the fetters
    Of life in alienation, stiff.
    All people prefer to share gladness,
    And nobody - to share grief.

    As a king of air, I'm lone here,
    The pain lives in my heart, so grim,
    And I can see that, to the fear
    Of fate, years pass me by like dreams;

    And comes again with, touched by gold,
    The same dream, gloomy one and old.
    I see a coffin, black and sole,
    It waits: why to detain the world?

    There will be not a sad reflection,
    There will be (I am betting on)
    Much more gaily celebration
    When I am dead, than - born.

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    This poem certainly helps sum up my feelings towards the numerous failed attmepts at love in my life.

    I loved you - Alexander Pushkin

    I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
    The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
    It burns so quietly within my soul,
    No longer should you feel distressed by it.
    Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
    At times too jealous and at times too shy.
    God grant you find another who will love you
    As tenderly and truthfully as I.

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    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
    by William Shakespeare

    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
    I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
    And in some perfumes is there more delight
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
    I grant I never saw a goddess go;
    My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.
    R[a]ngl[e]r

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    One of my favorites has always been Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress":
    Had we but world enough, and time,
    This coyness, lady, were no crime.
    We would sit down and think which way
    To walk, and pass our long love's day;
    Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
    Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
    Of Humber would complain. I would
    Love you ten years before the Flood;
    And you should, if you please, refuse
    Till the conversion of the Jews.
    My vegetable love should grow
    Vaster than empires, and more slow.
    An hundred years should go to praise
    Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
    Two hundred to adore each breast,
    But thirty thousand to the rest;
    An age at least to every part,
    And the last age should show your heart.
    For, lady, you deserve this state,
    Nor would I love at lower rate.

    But at my back I always hear
    Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
    And yonder all before us lie
    Deserts of vast eternity.
    Thy beauty shall no more be found,
    Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
    My echoing song; then worms shall try
    That long preserv'd virginity,
    And your quaint honour turn to dust,
    And into ashes all my lust.
    The grave's a fine and private place,
    But none I think do there embrace.

    Now therefore, while the youthful hue
    Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
    And while thy willing soul transpires
    At every pore with instant fires,
    Now let us sport us while we may;
    And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
    Rather at once our time devour,
    Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
    Let us roll all our strength, and all
    Our sweetness, up into one ball;
    And tear our pleasures with rough strife
    Thorough the iron gates of life.
    Thus, though we cannot make our sun
    Stand still, yet we will make him run.
    Carpe diem, indeed. Definitely the most eloquent way I've ever seen "please sleep with me" written.

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    Thrushes by Ted Hughes

    Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn,
    More coiled steel than living - a poised
    Dark deadly eye, those delicate legs
    Triggered to stirrings beyond sense - with a start, a bounce,
    a stab
    Overtake the instant and drag out some writhing thing.
    No indolent procrastinations and no yawning states,
    No sighs or head-scratchings. Nothing but bounce and stab
    And a ravening second.

    Is it their single-mind-sized skulls, or a trained
    Body, or genius, or a nestful of brats
    Gives their days this bullet and automatic
    Purpose? Mozart's brain had it, and the shark's mouth
    That hungers down the blood-smell even to a leak of its own
    Side and devouring of itself: efficiency which
    Strikes too streamlined for any doubt to pluck at it
    Or obstruction deflect.

    With a man it is otherwise. Heroisms on horseback,
    Outstripping his desk-diary at a broad desk,
    Carving at a tiny ivory ornament
    For years: his act worships itself - while for him,
    Though he bends to be blent in the prayer, how loud and
    above what
    Furious spaces of fire do the distracting devils
    Orgy and hosannah, under what wilderness
    Of black silent waters weep.

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    Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold!

    I'm a huge fan of Pablo Neruda. Two of his poems (the first, a short sonnet, the second, a personal fave of mine).

    Sonnet XVII

    I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
    I love you as certain dark things are loved,
    secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
    hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
    and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
    lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
    I love you simply, without problems or pride:
    I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

    but this, in which there is no I or you,
    so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
    so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.


    Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks


    All those men were there inside,
    when she came in totally naked.
    They had been drinking: they began to spit.
    Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
    She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
    The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
    Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
    Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
    Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
    They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
    and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
    She did not speak because she had no speech.
    Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
    her twin arms were made of white topaz.
    Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
    and suddenly she went out by that door.
    Entering the river she was cleaned,
    shining like a white stone in the rain,
    and without looking back she swam again
    swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.

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