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    Lot's Wife
    by Anna Akhmatova 1889-1966

    And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
    over a black mountain, in his giant track,
    while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
    "It's not too late, you can still look back

    at the red towers of your native Sodom,
    the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
    at the empty windows set in the tall house
    where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed."

    A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
    stitching her eyes before she made a sound . . .
    Her body flaked into transparent salt,
    and her swift legs rooted to the ground.

    Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
    too insignificant for our concern?
    Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
    who suffered death because she chose to turn.
    I always found this one to be a poignant reminder of the cruelty of the abrahamic god, written more from her perspective than from that of the man, Lot, who would happily throw his daughters to the mob.

    Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night


    Do not go gentle into that good night,
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on that sad height,
    Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Dylan Thomas


    This Dylan poem reminds me to not despair, to fight for the tiny life we are given no matter how pain tries to stop us.

    If You Forget Me


    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    remember
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    But
    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.

    Pablo Neruda


    How my love waxes and wanes in the face of anothers love for me, sweet, simple, and self explanatory.

    I will add some more later, what poems struck you straight away, and why?

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    From "Lord of the Rings". This is what I want for my enemies when I'm angry.
    Cold be hand and heart and bone,
    and cold be sleep under stone:
    never more to wake on stony bed.
    never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
    In the black wind the stars shall die,
    and still on gold here let them lie;
    till the dark lord lifts his hand
    over dead sea and withered land.
    And these two poems by Emily Dickinson
    I'm nobody! Who are you?
    Are you nobody, too?
    Then there’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
    They’d banish us, you know.

    How dreary to be somebody!
    How public, like a frog
    To tell your name the livelong day
    To an admiring bog!

    --------------------------------------------

    This world is not conclusion;
    A sequel stands beyond,
    Invisible, as music,
    But positive, as sound.
    It beckons and it baffles;
    Philosophies don’t know,
    And through a riddle, at the last,
    Sagacity must go.
    To guess it puzzles scholars;
    To gain it, men have shown
    Contempt of generations,
    And crucifixion known.

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    Thanks athenian, I realy liked the lord of the ring one, I could see me feeling that for my enemies too.
    "No one can be free of the chains that surround them"

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    Quote Originally Posted by athenian200 View Post
    From "Lord of the Rings". This is what I want for my enemies when I'm angry.
    Excellent choice. That is the ringwraith's words if I remember rightly. Edit : I meant barrow wight.

    That for me is one of the most atmospheric pieces of fiction ever written. That feeling of lost on an open moor in the fog.. and drawn down into a dark forgotten world of endless painful undeath.

    As a young child I had to skip that chapter, it scared me. Since I recognise it for what it is.. a key part of the mythos that makes up the British Isles. I live just a short distance from withered green downs, wight-styled barrows and lonely standing stones.


    -Geoff

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    It seems people either love or hate this one, but I love it. William Carlos Williams, The Red Wheelbarrow:

    so much depends
    upon

    a red wheel
    barrow

    glazed with rain
    water

    beside the white
    chickens.
    The one who buggers a fire burns his penis
    -anonymous graffiti in the basilica at Pompeii
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    I've always loved this one. I don't view it as being a prayer as much as guidance for life. I wonder what type he was?

    Prayer of Sir Francis Drake (Old English Seadog and hero!)

    Quote Originally Posted by Sir Francis Drake
    Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves,
    When our dreams have come true Because we have dreamed too little,
    When we arrived safely Because we sailed too close to the shore.

    Disturb us, Lord, when With the abundance of things we possess
    We have lost our thirst For the waters of life;
    Having fallen in love with life, We have ceased to dream of eternity
    And in our efforts to build a new earth, We have allowed our vision Of the new Heaven to dim.

    Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, To venture on wider seas
    Where storms will show your mastery;
    Where losing sight of land, We shall find the stars.
    We ask You to push back The horizons of our hopes;
    And to push into the future In strength, courage, hope, and love.

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    Something wonderful about the imagery of this poem, and the ending is fantastic.

    Quote Originally Posted by Gerard Manley Hopkins

    SPRING AND DEATH

    I had a dream. A wondrous thing,
    It seem'd an evening in the Spring.
    – A little sickness in the air
    From too much fragrance everywhere.
    As I walk'd a stilly wood,
    Sudden, Death before me stood.
    In a hollow lush and damp,
    He seem'd a dismal murky stamp
    On the flowers that were seen
    His charnelhouse-grate ribs between,
    And with coffin-black he barr'd the green.
    "Death," said I, "what do you here
    At this Spring season of the year?"
    "I mark the flowers ere the prime
    Which I may tell at Autumn-time."
    Ere I had further question made
    Death was vanished from the glade.
    Then I saw that he had bound
    Many trees and flowers round
    With a subtle web of black,
    And that such a sable track,
    Lay along the grasses green
    From the spot where he had been.

    But the Spring-tide pass'd the same;
    Summer was as full of flame;
    Autumn-time no earlier came.
    And the flowers that he had tied,
    As I mark'd not always died
    Sooner than their mates; and yet
    Their fall was fuller of regret:

    It seem'd so hard and dismal thing,
    Death, to mark them in the Spring.
    January has April's showers
    And 2 and 2 always makes a 5

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    This is the first one I thought of, because I have been the creature.

    From Stephen Crane:

    In the desert
    I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
    Who, squatting upon the ground,
    Held his heart in his hands,
    And ate of it.
    I said, "Is it good, friend?"
    "It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;
    "But I like it
    Because it is bitter,
    And because it is my heart."

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    Randall Jarrell
    The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

    From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
    And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
    Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
    I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
    When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
    The one who buggers a fire burns his penis
    -anonymous graffiti in the basilica at Pompeii

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    Bob Dylan: Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

    Thats word for word how I feel right now...

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