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Re: Poetry
« Reply #20 on: September 30, 2014, 03:05:16 AM »

I love poetry! I used to write when I was younger (but I lost my touch/muse).
Here is a poem I love by Lord Byron. It also makes an appearance in Midsomer Murders (which is a series I love as well :) )

So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

That's one that would have passed me by as a youngster. It seems a lot more poignant to me now.

You are growing up, KE.   :)
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« Reply #21 on: September 30, 2014, 03:25:33 AM »

Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand

The meter and rhyme of the closing scene is beautiful in French...

  Je crois qu'elle regarde. . .
  Qu'elle ose regarder mon nez, cette Camarde
  Que dites-vous?. . .C'est inutile?. . .Je le sais!
  Mais on ne se bat pas dans l'espoir du succès!
  Non! non! c'est bien plus beau lorsque c'est inutile!
  Qu'est-ce que c'est tous ceux-là?--Vous êtes mille?
  Ah! je vous reconnais, tous mes vieux ennemis!
  Le Mensonge?
  Tiens, tiens!--Ha! ha! les Compromis!
  Les Préjugés, les Lâchetés!. . .
  Que je pactise?
  Jamais, jamais!--Ah! te voilà, toi, la Sottise!
  Je sais bien qu'à la fin vous me mettrez à bas;
  N'importe: je me bats! je me bats! je me bats!
  Oui, vous m'arrachez tout, le laurier et la rose!
  Arrachez! Il y a malgré vous quelque chose
  Que j'emporte, et ce soir, quand j'entrerai chez Dieu,
  Mon salut balaiera largement le seuil bleu,
  Quelque chose que sans un pli, sans une tache,
  J'emporte malgré vous,
  Et c'est. . .Mon panache.




Cyrano de Bergerac 1950

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #22 on: October 01, 2014, 02:12:24 AM »

Beautiful Bazil
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #23 on: October 21, 2020, 03:47:13 PM »

I just came across this poem today. It reminds me of my favorite Beatles song.

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy
When I die, give what’s left of me away
To children and old people who wait to die.
If you need to cry,
Cry for your brother and sister
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms around anyone and
Give them what you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I’ve known or loved.
If you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes,
And not in your mind.
You can love me most
By letting hands touch hands,
By letting hearts touch hearts,
And by letting go of
Spirits who need to be free.
Love does not die, bodies do.
So, when all that’s left of me is love,
Give me away.
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