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  1. Ofratko's Avatar

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    One more from Jaroslav

    STRUGGLE WITH THE ANGEL

    God knows who first thought up
    that gloomy image
    and spoke of the dead
    as living shades
    straying about amongst us.

    And yet those shades are really here --
    you can’t miss them.
    Over the years I’ve gathered around me
    a numerous cluster.
    But it is I amidst them all
    who is straying.

    They’re dark
    and their muteness keeps time
    with my muteness
    when the evening’s closing in
    and I’m alone.
    Now and again they stay my writing hand
    when I’m not right,
    and blow away an evil thought
    that’s painful.

    Some of them are so dim
    and faded
    I’m losing sight of them in the distance.
    One of the shades, however, is rose-red
    and weeps.
    In every person’s life
    there comes a moment
    when everything suddenly goes black before his eyes
    and he longs passionately to take in his hands
    a smiling head.
    His heart wants to be tied
    to another heart,
    even by deep stitches,
    while his lips desire nothing more
    than to touch down on the spots where
    the midnight raven settled on Pallas Athene
    when uninvited it flew in to visit
    a melancholy poet.

    It is called love.
    All right,
    perhaps that’s what it is!
    But only rarely does it last for long,
    let alone unto death
    as in the case of swans.
    Often loves succeed each other
    like suits of cards in your hand.

    Sometimes it’s just a tremor of delight,
    more often long and bitter pain.
    At other times all sighs and tears.
    And sometimes even boredom.
    That’s the saddest kind.

    Some time in the past I saw a rose-red shade.
    It stood by the entrance to a house
    facing Prague’s railway station,
    eternally swathed in smoke.

    We used to sit there by the window.
    I held her delicate hands
    and talked of love.
    I’m good at that!
    She’s long been dead.
    The red lights were winking
    down by the track.

    As soon as the wind sprang up a little
    it blew away the grey veil
    and the rails glistened
    like the strings of some monstrous piano.
    At times you could also hear the whistle of steam
    and the puffing of engines
    as they carried off people’s wretched longings
    from the grimy platforms
    to all possible destinations.
    Sometimes they also carried away the dead
    returning to their homes
    and to their cemeteries.

    Now I know why it hurts so
    to tear hand from hand,
    lips from lips,
    when the stitches tear
    and the guard slams shut
    the last carriage door.

    Love’s an eternal struggle with the angel.
    From dawn to night.
    Without mercy.
    The opponent is often stronger.
    But woe to him
    who doesn’t realize
    that his angel has no wings
    and will not bless.
     
  2. Ofratko's Avatar

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    I truly love this one...He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats


    Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
     
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    Jaroslav and Yeats You found a fine bunch of poets there, Ofratko.
    Thanks for Jaroslav, I didnot know him. Absolutely delicate moment to be woken up by you
     
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    Quote Originally Posted by amaryn View Post
    Discovered a while ago the poetry of the Experimentalist: I particularly recommend:

    DEAD LOVE

    http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/ly...tml#post828689


    It is another proof of the power of honesty in writing. Thanks, Experimentalist

    Thanks so much Amaryn, reading this back nearly brought a tear to my eye!
     
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    Meant every word of it!
     
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    It is rarely I come across anything really novel and brilliantly done here, but this piece by Tess is that, sheer amazitudiness

    http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/po...ntialated.html
     
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    thank you so much again
    Music is what feelings sound like
    Listen to the Love
    ~♥♥~
     
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    Quote Originally Posted by OrchestraInside View Post
    It is rarely I come across anything really novel and brilliantly done here, but this piece by Tess is that, sheer amazitudiness

    http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/po...ntialated.html
    O.I: I DO agree fully, that Tess deserves a special mentioning here. It was surprising, well done and fun; As regards your mentioning of
    a lack of novelty or brilliance on the poetry and haiku thread I happen to DISagree with you though and take it as being only your very own opinion,lol
    We certainly are not a bunch of famous poets, songwriters and novellists here, but diamonds have been spotted before, including yours
     
  9. Guest said:

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    Just an opinion, amaryn. They are like a-holes, everyone has one.
     
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    Quote Originally Posted by OrchestraInside View Post
    Just an opinion, amaryn. They are like a-holes, everyone has one.

    I was amazituded there myself,lol
     
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  12. Teshka's Avatar

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    <3
    Music is what feelings sound like
    Listen to the Love
    ~♥♥~
     
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    Frankie Jasmine said:

    Default A Dying Dream, by Teshka

    Please check out this gem by Teshka, "A Dying Dream," an experimental poem that rings true:

    http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/po...ing-dream.html
     
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    Frankie thank you for the mention, i'm so scatter-brained (etc) these days that it took me forever to just say ty here
    Music is what feelings sound like
    Listen to the Love
    ~♥♥~
     
  15. Carroll said:

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    Can anyone tell me the names of best English poets and their famous poetry books? I am fond of reading English poetry.
     
  16. lilspeedboaty said:

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    May you listen to my poem

    The heart delves into the deep realms
    thou shall never lose to the specific injustice
    one becomes one when half meets half
    the body is small the mind runs wild
    the rivers run free

    and if the river runs red
    take the dirt track instead