Writer's Block: Poetry Break

Jan 10, 2012 16:02

Yesterday is History,
'tis so far away -
yesterday is Poetry,
'tis Philosophy -

Yesterday is Mystery -
Where it is today -
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away 
                                        - Emily Dickinson

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royal_atobe January 11 2012, 01:55:30 UTC
Over every single beauty
You have had your little rapture;
You have slain, as was your duty,
Every sin-mouse you could capture.

Still you are not satisfied,
Still you tremble faint reproach;
Challenge me I keep aside
Secrets that you may not broach.

Maybe yes, and maybe no,
Maybe there are secret places,
Altars barbarous below,
Elsewhere halls of high disgraces.

Maybe yes, and maybe no,
You may have it as you please,
Since I choose to keep you so,
Suppliant on your curious knees.

DH Lawrence.

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seigakunobuchou January 11 2012, 02:48:37 UTC
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late,
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate;

Ye country comets, that portend
No war nor prince’s funeral,
Shining unto no higher end
Than to presage the grass’s fall;

Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
To wand’ring mowers shows the way,
That in the night have lost their aim,
And after foolish fires do stray;

Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come,
For she my mind hath so displac’d
That I shall never find my home.
-Andrew Marvell

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