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 Posted: Jan 07, 2007 - 11:00 PM
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A long way to the 7th Level
Joined: Oct 17, 2006
Posts: 62
Location: UK/SCA
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Always liked this one:
I died a mineral and become a plant.
I died a plant and rose an animal.
I died an animal and I was man.
Why should I fear?
When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as a man, to soar
With the blessed angels; but even from angelhood I must pass on,
All except God perishes.
When I have sacrificed my angle soul,
I shall become that which no mind ever conceived.
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Posted: Jan 07, 2007 - 09:20 AM
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7th Level Skirter
Joined: Jan 11, 2006
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I don't usually recall entire poems - haven't attempted to anyway - but I like this line from the poem 'Dejection: An Ode' by Samual Coleridge:
"Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth a light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud... enveloping the Earth."
More of his poems are here: http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/poems_links.html |
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Posted: Jan 07, 2007 - 03:36 AM
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A long way to the 7th Level
Joined: Oct 17, 2006
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Location: UK/SCA
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I hope its not in betrayal to the spirit of this site to stick up some stuff by other people... Not at all benito (sad if some would think so) I think its a lovely idea and relevant poetry's too. 
I like the idea of sharing things we find, we should do more of that.   |
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Posted: Jan 06, 2007 - 09:31 AM
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Directed Jiwa
Joined: Mar 29, 2004
Posts: 45
Location: London, England
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How about this as a reflection on old age...
Beautiful Old Age
It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.
The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life
lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies
they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.
Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love.
Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft
stillness and satisfaction of autumn.
And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! -
And a young man should think: ...
my father has faced all weathers, but it's been a life!
DH Lawrence
And this on Belief (I'd like to add to one of the forum debates actually):
Belief
Forever nameless
Forever unknwon
Forever unconceived
Forever unrepresented
yet forever felt in the soul.
DH Lawrence |
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Posted: Jan 06, 2007 - 09:27 AM
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Directed Jiwa
Joined: Mar 29, 2004
Posts: 45
Location: London, England
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This is another great poem from, Blake but very different...
To The Accuser Who is The God of This World
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan
Tho thou art Worship'd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline
The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill
William Blake |
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Post subject: Some poems by other people
Posted: Jan 06, 2007 - 09:23 AM
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Directed Jiwa
Joined: Mar 29, 2004
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Location: London, England
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I hope its not in betrayal to the spirit of this site to stick up some stuff by other people...but this one is lovely...
It's called "Eternity", by William Blake:
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
William Blake |
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