#classic poems

[midsummerkissess]

“the nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. we are made of stardust.”

- carl sagan, cosmos

[shutterandsentence]

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Robert Frost, "Fire and Ice" from New Hampshire. Copyright © 1923 by Robert Frost. 

Photo: Illinois

[vll0101]

осип мандельштам (osip mandelstam)

[brownsugar4hersoul]

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

[whatthecrowtold]

"See there! See there, Timotheus, Behold the cranes of Ibycus!"

And suddenly the sky is dark'ning,

And o'er the theater away,

One sees, within a blackish swarming,

A host of cranes pass on its way." (Schiller)

Art by Carrie Hansen

Murdered by brigands on his way to the Isthmian Games in Corinth, poet Ibycus calls to a flock of cranes flying overhead as witnesses - animated by the spirit of the Erinyes, they come and identify the miscreants - Schiller's poem can be read below:

[beljar]

What is Self? The sharp edge of the sword! What is the Self? Life’s innermost mystery! It is the whole of creation waking up, to see! Self’s drunk upon others but enjoys solitude, it is the ocean that a drop all it does include.

Muhammad Iqbal, from Iqbal: Selected Poetry (first published in June 28, 2013)

[littleflowerfaith]

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,

And gather dust and chaff, and call

To what I feel is Lord of all,

And faintly trust the larger hope.

In Memoriam A.H.H.:56

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[chaoticallycrowsblog]

you make me blissfully more aware / my skin is skin / every thought of you races upon it

[bidotorg]

Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass was especially controversial because of its overt sexuality, where he wrote about men and women.

[4edelweiss]

"Not being able to love fully, they will believe your love incomplete

And then they will hate you,

And their hatred will be perfect" ...

-Charles Bukowski

[cthulhustu]

How loud is solitude

Whomever it reaches in the end.

How loud is solitude

Like the fading screams of long lost friends.

Erudite is loneliness

When teaching of our flaws,

Erudite is loneliness

No sympathetic ear among the scores.

Fall prey to whispering falsehoods

Named doubt and fear and wrath,

Fall prey to whispering falsehoods

That lead you down the darkening path.

Stuart Mckellar

08/11/22

[midsummerkissess]

"that is the problem. if she wanted to dance, i would let her wreck the furniture. if she wanted to cook, i would let her burn down the house. and if she wanted to scream, i would let her deafen me. i've never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us."

[appalledsaint]

Mind of my own, and a bud of my own land

a charming rosebud, just enough to complete my garland 

Shall I pluck it or shall I let it grow 

(If the ripening of a grape is sweet, sweeter is the thaw)

I ripped it apart, a string of my own heart 

And kindly tied it to the stem's bendy arc 

I slowly sliced it and her fairy petals looked at me 

Playing with the final drop of dew they would never again see 

I picked up the bud between my fingers 

Watching it as to put to peace the life that still lingers 

I placed it in my garland with more of its kind

A garland so beautifully blest, but with murder twined 

How sweet must a garden be, that had been made with fatal powers

With no roses to scent from and all around one's neck is but a graveyard of flowers

Dhruv

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[bebx]