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Post by elizabeth on Feb 4, 2003 22:04:02 GMT -5
It doesn't have to be a conventional poet, like, for example, my favorite poets are tori and william faulkner. What poetry lines or lyric lines or novel lines have you carried with you since you read them?
like, from william faulkner, i carry this line:"Only our country was not like this country. There was something about just walking through it.(our country) A kind of still and violent fecundity that satisfied even bread-hunger like."
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Post by paulio on Feb 4, 2003 22:13:56 GMT -5
That's a profound statement.
One phrase I've carried for a long time is this phrase they use to open the movie Lorenzo's Oil. It goes something like
"Life has meaning only in the struggle. Victory and defeat are in the hands of the gods. So let us celebrate the struggle!"
That's always meant a lot to me.
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Post by waitressboy on Feb 4, 2003 22:17:46 GMT -5
if someone of you can speak in spanish... well, there are some poems i like. alfonsina storni have a few very good...
and there's a song called "zanguango" from a man called Leo Masliah. It's very funny, but i don't know why it gets me in very deep...
and tori, alanis and fiona are very good writers, i think
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Post by fearscape222 on Feb 4, 2003 22:48:53 GMT -5
I love Emily Dickinson's poetry, but one poem made a huge impact on me. Actually, I would compare it with the catharsis Tori felt after watching Thelma and Louise. I attempted suicide a year and a half ago and after reading this poem, I felt like I could breathe again!
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
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Post by mandy on Feb 4, 2003 23:06:39 GMT -5
"hope lies to mortals and most believe her, but man's deceiver was never mine." - A.E. Housman
I'm not sure if this was a quote or a line from one of his poems...but I love the line.
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Post by Angie812 on Feb 4, 2003 23:14:05 GMT -5
i have never read poerty too much..robert frost i guess would be my leading man here ;D thats the only person ive read and kindof felt into...i absolutely luv quotes... i actually have to share them with ppl and keep them with me thru my daily life ************************************** The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep." -Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." -Robert Frost, Road Not Taken, The [glow=pink,2,300]"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye." -H. Jackson Brown Jr. [/glow] www.quoteland.com |
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Post by ♣Miranda♣ on Feb 4, 2003 23:18:08 GMT -5
I'm so in love with Sylvia Plath's poetry. One line that I particularly like right now is "I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there."
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Post by fearscape222 on Feb 4, 2003 23:19:37 GMT -5
I love Sylvia Plath's poetry, too! Have you ever read any of her novels? Her prose writing is like one long, intoxicating poem...
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Post by ♣Miranda♣ on Feb 4, 2003 23:21:24 GMT -5
I know! The Bell Jar is just wonderful!
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Post by elizabeth on Feb 4, 2003 23:27:53 GMT -5
i love the lines from Daddy by sylvia plath "You do not do/you do not do anymore black shoe". I read The Bell Jar and yes, it was really different
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Post by ♣Miranda♣ on Feb 4, 2003 23:28:40 GMT -5
Daddy is my favorite Sylvia Plath poem!
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Post by elizabeth on Feb 4, 2003 23:30:55 GMT -5
It is mine too.
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Post by ♣Miranda♣ on Feb 4, 2003 23:32:12 GMT -5
Great minds think alike, lol.  |
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Post by elizabeth on Feb 4, 2003 23:34:40 GMT -5
yeah, her story makes me so sad.
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Post by ♥Mary♥ on Feb 4, 2003 23:39:45 GMT -5
Robert Frost is the man! lol ;D
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Post by Pinkdesaster on Feb 5, 2003 5:36:24 GMT -5
I love Heinrich Heine, Eichendorff and Goethe.
Sorry, I don´t know the english translation, but check`em out, especially "Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten..."
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Post by elizabeth on Feb 5, 2003 12:50:08 GMT -5
thanks
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Post by undeniabledilemma on Feb 5, 2003 17:58:16 GMT -5
Whooo poetry!!
I love Daddy too!
My favorite poet is probably William Wordsworth. I think he really just understands human nature and it shows..
I wandered lonely as a cloud, The world is too much with us and Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood are my favorites by him. If you get a chance go read them. You can probably find them on poets.org
I like Emily Dickinson's The soul unto itself too.
And I love Walt Whitman's later poetry, cause he's just cool lol.
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Post by fearscape222 on Feb 5, 2003 18:09:37 GMT -5
I love Wordsworth too! My favorite poem of his is MUTABILITY:
From low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
A musical but melancholy chime,
Which they can hear who meddle not with crime,
Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.
Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime,
That in the morning whithered hill and plain
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
Of yesterday, which royalty did wear
His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain
Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
Or the unimaginable touch of Time.
BEAUTIFUL!!!
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Post by mandy on Feb 5, 2003 18:37:14 GMT -5
A poem that I love by one of my favourite poets: Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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