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dabiconcordia · 5 months
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“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down. And I knocked my brother down. And then we had tea.” ― Dylan Thomas
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mibeau · 1 year
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I See You Like I See a Flower - Na Tae Joo
I See You Like I See a Flower Publisher: Apop Books Price: RM69.00 The collection of Na Tae Joo’s most popular poems that resonated through different generations online, I See You Like I See A Flower, carrier of South Korea’s Nation’s Most Favorite Poem, Grass Flower, is finally available in English!
As seen from popular K-Dramas - A Poem A Day, Encounter, and School 2013
In this book of poetry, we discover beauty in its simplest form, and just as how we think flowers are precious the more we look at them, we unearth the importance of things we’ve always seen as insignificant.
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mwsrwritings · 2 years
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irfanullashariff · 2 years
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I love these beautiful lines from Rumi’s poem, “Love Said To Me”.
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vivid-asphodelia · 4 months
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Je me sens maussade, nostalgique et mélancolique aujourd'hui. Ce poème de Gérard de Nerval, un poète romantique français du XIXe siècle est toujours un baume au cœur. Des images colorées, brillantes et sombres, sonnent leurs musiques et exhalent leurs parfums. Des impressions païennes, antiques et alchimiques éclosent à travers les mots et entre les silences.
El Desdichado
Je suis le Ténébreux, – le Veuf, – l’Inconsolé, Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la Tour abolie : Ma seule Etoile est morte, – et mon luth constellé Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie. Dans la nuit du Tombeau, Toi qui m’as consolé, Rends-moi le Pausilippe et la mer d’Italie, La fleur qui plaisait tant à mon cœur désolé, Et la treille où le Pampre à la Rose s’allie. Suis-je Amour ou Phébus ?… Lusignan ou Biron ? Mon front est rouge encor du baiser de la Reine ; J’ai rêvé dans la Grotte où nage la sirène… Et j’ai deux fois vainqueur traversé l’Achéron : Modulant tour à tour sur la lyre d’Orphée Les soupirs de la Sainte et les cris de la Fée.
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I feel gloomy, nostalgic, and melancholic today. This poem by Gérard de Nerval, a French romantic poet from the 19th century, is always a balm to the heart. Colorful, bright, and dark images play their music and exhale their fragrances. Pagan, ancient, and alchemical impressions bloom through the words and between the silences.
"I am the Dark One, – the Widower, – the Unconsoled The Aquitaine Prince whose Tower is destroyed: My only star is dead,- and my constellated lute Bears the black Sun of Melancholia.
In the night of the Tomb, You who comforted me, Give me back Mount Posillipo and the Italian sea, The flower that my afflicted heart liked so much And the treillised vineyard where the grapevine unites with the rose.
Am I Love or Phoebus ?… Lusignan or Biron ? My forehead is still red from the Queen’s kiss ; I dreamt of the Cave where the mermaid swims…
Twice victorious I crossed Acheron : Taking turn to play on Orpheus’ lyre The sighs of the Saint and the Fairy’s screams."
Traduction by Camille Chevalier-Karfis
Credit: Bruno van der Kraan Félix Nadar
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d-i-x-i-t · 8 months
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Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
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That you are here—that life exists and identity,That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Walt Whitman
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thegoodsharer · 1 year
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embeccy · 1 month
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"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul, you haven't experienced poetry."
- Edgar Allan Poe
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ardent-reflections · 10 months
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
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dabiconcordia · 7 months
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How do I love thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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theminecraftbee · 1 year
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the ongoing saga of “apparently christopher paolini likes hermitcraft” continues by apparently inviting him to a Thursday meeting I love hermitcraft
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zaydalix · 7 months
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"Another name for life is finding. Some find friends, some find soulmates, and some keep searching. If you're lucky enough, then you'll find yourself."
Zayd Ali | @ZaydAlix on Instagram
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mwsrwritings · 2 years
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We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—This debt we pay to human guile;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise,In counting all our tears and sighs?Nay, let them only see us, whileWe wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our criesTo thee…
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ifindus · 3 months
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Norwegian poem from 1936:
"Du må ikke sitte trygt i ditt hjem og si: Det er sørgelig, stakkars dem! Du må ikke tåle så inderlig vel den urett som ikke rammer dig selv! Jeg roper med siste pust av min stemme: Du har ikke lov til å gå der og glemme!"
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"You must not sit safely in your home and say: It's terrible, poor them! You must not stand so incredibly well the injustice that doesn't affect yourself! I shout with the last breath of my voice: You are not allowed to walk around and forget!"
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maihonhassan · 13 days
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Seeking you is not the same as having you:
“Tujhe paane ki koshish mein kuchh itna kho chuka hun main, ki tu mil bhi agar jaye to ab milne ka gham hoga.”
— Waseem Barelvi
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introspectivememories · 2 months
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NICO: WE SHARED THE LIFT THIS MORNING! I WAS GOING TO THE POOL TRAMPOLINE WITH MY TWO DAUGHTERS AND HE WAS GOING TO THE RACETRACK. PINKHAM: VERY DIFFERENT LIVES YOU'RE CURRENTLY LEADING.
#that line from nico is like /the/ modern brocedes thesis to me#like this is their happy ending!!! it is not the one they dreamed of all those years ago in greece but is a happy ending.#it's not multiple shared championships or racing against each other for years or anything their 13 year-old-selves would've dreamed up but#it is them achieving their dreams. lewis has 7 wdcs and is aiming for an 8th. nico has a loving wife and 2 daughters he'd die for. they are#both doing the things they love. would it have been nice if those dreams included each other? yeah. would it have been nice that when ppl#mention their names it would be to talk about what great friends they are instead of how they tore each other apart? absolutely! but they#were doomed from the start. so maybe it doesn't matter that they didn't get their traditional 'happy ending'. at least they had a happy#start and a semi-happy middle. at least they have the lift to see each other. at least nico's daughters get to keep lewis in their lives in#a way nico will never get to again. they will never share a bowl of frosties again but at least their roots are so thoroughly tangled#together that they can never look back without haunting each other. at least they still have that.#anyway for all the non-americans who reblog or like this. the poem is 'the road not taken' by robert frost. very famous in america#every middle/high schooler has to analyze/read this poem at some point. i don't know how popular he is outside of america so i thought id#leave a note ig.#anyway. i am going crazy and i need to lie down. that 2nd line was sooo hard to find a photo for. wth does 'hence' even mean???#brocedes edit#brocedes#f1 web weaving#f1#nico rosberg#lewis hamilton#f1 edit#nr6#lh44#web weaving
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