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Originally Posted by davis_greatest
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I don't think I meant Stratford. I meant the one at the top end of the North London Line which I think has closed to be eventually replaced by the Docklands extension. Begins with 'S' I'm sure! -
Shoreditch! Just remembered!
Anyway, any more poems?Comment
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Thats an excellent poem Statman. I've always loved Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen. Their poems really captured the absurdity of war.
http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/1914warpoets.htmlComment
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I wouldn't dream of writing poetry. But if I may, I want to show you one of my favourite poems written by a Greek Nobel prize winner poet, Odysseas Elytis.
THE MONOGRAM (1971) Odysseas Elytis (Translated by: Constantinos Neophytou)
I’ll mourn forever -do you hear me?- for you, alone, in Paradise
IV
It’s still early in this world, do you hear me
The monsters have not been tamed, do you hear me
My lost blood and the sharp, do you hear me
Knife
Like a ram racing in the heavens
Breaking the branches of the stars, do you hear me
It’s me, do you hear me
I love you, do you hear me
Holding you and taking you and dressing you
In Ophelia’s white wedding dress, do you hear me
Where are you leaving me, where are you going and who, do you hear me
Is holding your hand over the floods
The huge basins and the volcanic lavas
There will be one day, do you hear me
When they’ll bury us, and after thousands of years
They’ll turn us into precious stones, do you hear me
To crush on them the heartlessness, do you hear me
Of Man
And throw the thousand pieces
In the water one by one, do you hear me
I count my bitter pebbles, do you hear me
And time is a big church, do you hear me
Where once the figures
Of the Saints
Shed real tears, do you hear me
The bells tear in the sky, do you hear me
A deep passage for me to pass
The angels await with candles and eulogies
I’m not going anywhere, do you hear me
Either nobody or both of us together, do you hear me
This flower of the storm and, do you hear me
Of love
We cut it once and for all
And it cannot blossom otherwise, do you hear me
In another earth, in another star, do you hear me
The ground, the air that we touched,
Is no longer the same, do you hear me
And no gardener was happy in other times
From so much winter and north winds, do you hear me
Throw the flower, just us, do you hear me
In the middle of the ocean
By the power of love alone, do you hear me
We created a whole island, do you hear me
With caves and headlands and blossoming cliffs
Listen, listen
Who’s talking to the water and who’s crying -are you listening?
Who’s searching for others, who’s yelling - are you listening?
I’m the one who’s yelling, I’m the one who’s crying, do you hear me
I love you, I love you, do you hear me.
I wish I could make you understand what it sounds like in Greek...
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beautiful, Nina I am the one too who can only appreciate what the others have written.
ZIPPIE FOR CHAIRMANComment
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Lovely Nina.
I like Shakespear's simple poem to his wife:
Anne Hathaway
She hath a way
to charm all hearts
Anne HathawayComment
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I have no idea who wrote this, but I like it:
The King sent for his wise men all
To find a rhyme for 'W'.
When they had thought for a good long time,
But hadn't come up with a single rhyme,
"I'm sorry," said he, "to trouble you."Comment
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Not a poet myself, but you can't go wrong with Keats:
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, -
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
(And the rest)
I quite like the Clerihew, also: humorous biographical verse of four lines of unequal length, invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley, the genius. Here's a couple of examples.
The people of Spain think Cervantes
Equal to half-a-dozen Dantes;
An opinion resented most bitterly
By the people of Italy.
And
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
was evidently
a man
who could not get his verses to scan
Genius!Comment
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Do lyrics count?..if not just kick my behind!
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anyway, this is one of my absolute favs. By Bernie Taupin.
Peering out of tiny eyes
The grubby hands that gripped the rail
Wiped the window clean of frost
As the morning air laid on the latch
A whistle awakened someone there
Next door to the nursery just down the hall
A strange new sound you never heard before
A strange new sound that makes boys explore
Tread neat so small those little feet
Amid the morning his small heart beats
So much excitement yesterday
That must be rewarded must be displayed
Large hands lift him through the air
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows
But whats this extra bed just here
His puzzled head tipped to one side
Amazement swims in those bright green eyes
Glancing down upon this thing
That make strange sounds, strange sounds that sing
In those silent happy seconds
That surround the sound of this event
A parent smile is made in moments
They have made for you a friend
And all you ever learned from them
Until you grew much older
Did not compare with when they said
This is your brand new brother2010 World Open Prediction Contest WinnerComment
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Oooh, if lyrics count, then have some Paul Simon:
Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
(And the rest)Comment
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Three responses.
1) That's a brilliant poem, The Statman. It takes a lot of work and creativity to transform a boring list of stations into a work of art.
2) There's no tube anywhere near me indeed. There's buses, but they're as unreliable as hegeland's predictions!
3) Thank you, danny, for the compliment."I'll be back next year." --Jimmy WhiteComment
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