Anyone wanna start a poetry thread?

[Library bathroom rockstar]

Somewhere

[blueone]

Go ahead and start one in the nRAc section. We have some poetry lovers here for sure. :)

[foggy]

I'm definitely up for a poetry thread. :upyours Is this thread officially it then?

[Quincy]

The mob has spoken

[Faded Rose]

Who's going first?

[foggy]

Here's two to start.

Louis MacNeice - Snow

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes -
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands -
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

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I Felt A Funeral In My Brain - Emily Dickinson

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

[Faded Rose]

I love the Emily Dickinson.

[foggy]

I love the Emily Dickinson.

It's one my favorites.

Here's another favorite of mine, by Pablo Neruda:

Love

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
remember your hands; how did your lips
feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
summer pain me; because of you, I again
seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
shooting stars, falling objects.

[Library bathroom rockstar]

Yay!!!
Thank you guys:]
I have some Thoreau coming up

[Faded Rose]

Pablo Neruda - I have never come across. I shall look for more. Just beautiful.

[blueone]

Ah, here's my favourite poem:

Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you



Just beautiful. :)

[Faded Rose]

Where's your sense of romance?

[blueone]

That poem in an unending well of romance, Rosie!

[foggy]

Pablo Neruda - I have never come across. I shall look for more. Just beautiful.

He's wonderful, Rose. Definitely look him up. In 1972 he won the Pulitzer prize for his Collected Poems, it's a brilliant collection. His collection of sonnets is another favorite of mine, also, his Odes to Broken Things, which spans over a few volumes.