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    In those years, people will say, we lost track
    of the meaning of we, of you
    we found ourselves
    reduced to I

    and the whole thing became silly, ironic, terrible:
    we were trying to live a personal life
    and yes, that was the only life
    we could bear witness to

    But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
    into our personal weather
    They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
    along the shore, through the rags of fog
    where we stood, saying I
    Dirt Farmer

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    Love this thread.

    This one is in my head at the moment.

    The Kingfisher
    By Mary Oliver

    The kingfisher rises out of the black wave
    like a blue flower, in his beak
    he carries a silver leaf. I think this is
    the prettiest world--so long as you don't mind
    a little dying, how could there be a day in your
    whole life
    that doesn't have its splash of happiness?
    There are more fish than there are leaves
    on a thousand trees, and anyway the kingfisher
    wasn't born to think about it, or anything else.
    When the wave snaps shut over his blue head, the
    remains water--hunger is the only story
    he has ever heard in his life that he could
    I don't say he's right. Neither
    do I say he's wrong. Religiously he swallows the
    silver leaf
    with its broken red river, and with a rough and
    easy cry
    I couldn't rouse out of my thoughtful body
    if my life depended on it, he swings back
    over the bright sea to do the same thing, to do it
    (as I long to do something, anything) perfectly.
    “Can a man of perception respect himself at all?”
    ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

  3. #263



    As I walked out one evening,
    Walking down Bristol Street,
    The crowds upon the pavement
    Were fields of harvest wheat.

    And down by the brimming river
    I heard a lover sing
    Under an arch of the railway:
    'Love has no ending.

    'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
    Till China and Africa meet,
    And the river jumps over the mountain
    And the salmon sing in the street,

    'I'll love you till the ocean
    Is folded and hung up to dry
    And the seven stars go squawking
    Like geese about the sky.

    'The years shall run like rabbits,
    For in my arms I hold
    The Flower of the Ages,
    And the first love of the world.'

    But all the clocks in the city
    Began to whirr and chime:
    'O let not Time deceive you,
    You cannot conquer Time.

    'In the burrows of the Nightmare
    Where Justice naked is,
    Time watches from the shadow
    And coughs when you would kiss.

    'In headaches and in worry
    Vaguely life leaks away,
    And Time will have his fancy
    To-morrow or to-day.

    'Into many a green valley
    Drifts the appalling snow;
    Time breaks the threaded dances
    And the diver's brilliant bow.

    'O plunge your hands in water,
    Plunge them in up to the wrist;
    Stare, stare in the basin
    And wonder what you've missed.

    'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
    The desert sighs in the bed,
    And the crack in the tea-cup opens
    A lane to the land of the dead.

    'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
    And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
    And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
    And Jill goes down on her back.

    'O look, look in the mirror,
    O look in your distress:
    Life remains a blessing
    Although you cannot bless.

    'O stand, stand at the window
    As the tears scald and start;
    You shall love your crooked neighbour
    With your crooked heart.'

    It was late, late in the evening,
    The lovers they were gone;
    The clocks had ceased their chiming,
    And the deep river ran on.

    I love Auden. The last few stanzas, wow.

  4. #264
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    Here's one I doubt many have heard:

    "Here I sit, broken hearted,
    Tried to shit, but I only farted.
    Now I take a risk and chance -
    Tried to fart, but shit my pants!"

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    I'm not quite willing to look through this thread to see if they've been posted but:

    My dad alway quoted this one to me, he considered a guide.

    If... by Rudyard Kipling

    IF you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

    This next one is a bit too long to post, so I'll post the link to a reading of it:

    The Hangman by Maurice Ogden
    A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions. - Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

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    "Stages" by Herman Hesse, a poem from The Glass Bead Game.

    As every flower fades and as all youth
    Departs, so life at every stage,
    So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
    Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
    Since life may summon us at every age
    Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
    Be ready bravely and without remorse
    To find new light that old ties cannot give.
    In all beginnings dwells a magic force
    For guarding us and helping us to live.
    Serenely let us move to distant places
    And let no sentiments of home detain us.

    The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
    But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
    If we accept a home of our own making,
    Familiar habit makes for indolence.
    We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
    Or else remain the slave of permanence.
    Even the hour of our death may send
    Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
    And life may summon us to newer races.
    So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

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    Su Shi (Su Tungpo) (eleventh century, chinese)
    Thinking of You

    When will the moon be clear and bright?
    With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky.
    I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.

    I'd like to ride the wind to fly home.
    Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions are much too high and cold for me.
    Dancing with my moon-lit shadow
    It does not seem like the human world

    The moon rounds the red mansion
    Stoops to silk-pad doors
    Shines upon the sleepless

    Bearing no grudge
    Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart?

    People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart
    The moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane
    This has been going on since the beginning of time
    May we all be blessed with longevity
    Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together.
    “Can a man of perception respect himself at all?”
    ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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    The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

    When despair grows in me
    and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting for their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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    Default Shakespeare's Sonnet 27

    Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
    The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
    But then begins a journey in my head
    To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
    For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
    Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
    And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
    Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
    Save that my soul's imaginary sight
    Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
    Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
    Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
    Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
    For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

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    by William Butler Yeats

    Sweetheart, do not love too long:
    I loved long and long,
    And grew to be out of fashion
    Like an old song.

    All through the years of our youth
    Neither could have known
    Their own thought from the other's,
    We were so much at one.

    But O, in a minute she changed--
    O do not love too long,
    Or you will grow out of fashion
    Like an old song.

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