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Topic: Very Short Poems - up to 8 Lines
Posted By: Don Quixote
Subject: Very Short Poems - up to 8 Lines
Date Posted: 23-Aug-2011 at 02:47
The OP is self-explanatory - short poems of any kind will be welcomed here.
I'll start with a short one from Khlebnikov:

Today I will go once again
Into life, into haggling, into market,
And lead the army of my songs
To duel against the market tide.




Replies:
Posted By: Centrix Vigilis
Date Posted: 23-Aug-2011 at 05:04
Death is near,
nearly here
or is it merely angst and fear?
 
Courage old man,
you still stand
in this quiet and rugged land.
 
No notes yet... from Death's sad band,
not yet... clutched by his icy hand.


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"Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence"

S. T. Friedman


Pilger's law: 'If it's been officially denied, then it's probably true'



Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 23-Aug-2011 at 21:15
Matsou Basho #120

Spring departing—
the birds cry out
and the eyes of the fish
are full of tears.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 25-Aug-2011 at 01:07
Matsuo Basho #69

This pervasive silence
Enhanced yet by cicadas simmering
Into the Temple Rocks dissipating


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 26-Aug-2011 at 01:37
Matsuo Basho#125:

Dividing like clam
and shell, I leave for Futami—
Autumn is passing by.


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Posted By: red clay
Date Posted: 27-Aug-2011 at 10:20
The hound the Beagle
is so regal
but leaves small tokens
when not housebroken.


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"Arguing with someone who hates you or your ideas, is like playing chess with a pigeon. No matter what move you make, your opponent will walk all over the board and scramble the pieces".
Unknown.


Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Aug-2011 at 01:16
Vladimir Mayakovsky:

I suddenly smeared the weekday map
splashing paint from a glass;
On a plate of aspic I revealed
the ocean's slanted cheek.
On the scales of a tin fish
I read the summons of new lips.
And you could you perform
a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?

1913



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Aug-2011 at 13:50
Anna Akhmatova "Alexander by Thebes"

I think, the king was fierce, though young,
When he proclaimed, “You’ll level Thebes with ground.”
And the old chief perceived this city proud,
He’d seen in times that are in sagas sung.
Set all to fire! The king listed else
The towers, the gates, the temples – rich and thriving…
But sank in thoughts, and said with lighted face,
“You just provide the Bard Home’s surviving.”





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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 31-Aug-2011 at 19:34
Anna Akhmatova "Forgotten"

Forgotten? I’m not even wondered!
Forgotten was I hundred times,
And times, I’m in grave, were too hundred,
May be, my corps now there lies.
And Muse was too deafened and blinded,
Was rotting – a seed – in soils’ mesh,
To rise then to blue of the Highland
Like Phoenix from blackness of ash



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Sep-2011 at 16:56
The Prayer of One Blasphemer

I'm writing on a stolen time
On stolen time  I breath
On stolen time you didn't loan me
On stolen time I kiss
And for the every stolen moment
Accept my gratitude
For I did take so many more
That what by right I should.
DQ




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Sep-2011 at 14:14
Anna Akhmatova "The Call" from "The Middle Night Songs"

Which a sonata will you be
Hidden by me in – with a care?
How uneasily, for me
Will call you, utterly unfair
Because so close and so good
You were for me, tho’ for a moment…
Your dream – dissolving in a solvent,
Where death – just levy to the mute.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 08-Sep-2011 at 23:54
Emily Dickinson:

I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 09-Sep-2011 at 19:21
Like

Like being caught into a Storm
Which have no roof, nor walls
No warning and no signs
All reluctance is aside
Barriers are blown by far
Like a untamed hurricane
Like a timeless and primeval
Like
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 12-Sep-2011 at 03:09
Emily Dickinson:

Departed to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.

The flesh surrendered, cancelled
The bodiless begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 12-Sep-2011 at 03:11
Emily Dickinson:

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Sep-2011 at 02:36
Rumi:

From the heart of the lovers,
Blood flows like a vast river.
Our body is the windmill and love, the water.
Without water the mill cannot turn.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Sep-2011 at 20:40
Rumi:

THROUGH LOVE all that is bitter will sweet
Through Love all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine
Through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love the dead will all become alive.
Through Love the king will turn into a slave!




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Posted By: Chookie
Date Posted: 30-Sep-2011 at 15:44
This one is probably not understandable to anyone who isn't Scots (hee-hee)

A lively young damsel named Menzies
Inquired: "Do you know what this thenzies?"
Her aunt, with a gasp,
Replied: "It's a wasp,
And you're holding the end where the stenzies."






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For money you did what guns could not do.........


Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Oct-2011 at 00:56
Defiance

Defiance is the last shadow of defense -
When all defenses fail
When all is in shambles, all is lost
Into complete derail.

Defiance is the last outcry
That no one will hear -
"Why don;t you shoot me in the eye
And get it over...dear!".
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Oct-2011 at 00:52

The Crystal Gazer

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.

- Sara Teasdale



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 24-Oct-2011 at 03:47
Beauty

A thing of beauty -
Be it flower, or drop of dew, or word of love,
Is so fragile, and yet so strong
It takes your heart, but leaves a storm
Behind
When it is gone.
DQ
 


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Posted By: Centrix Vigilis
Date Posted: 30-Oct-2011 at 09:46
There once was a poet named Dragon Rising
who enjoyed immensely his gliding.
He lit on a stoop took a nice poop
and flew off smiling with the sun arising.
 
 


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"Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence"

S. T. Friedman


Pilger's law: 'If it's been officially denied, then it's probably true'



Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Oct-2011 at 14:25
Turn Sun

Dense matter rests
And tears in half the Sun in my mind
So Dark and Heavy and so Blazing Apart
Like velvet Curtains in a small provincial theater
Apart  - like Lips that Just Have to Kiss
And can never come together again
Like the Night that is Fried Will never restore -
Keep the Pieces to remember the Whole.
DQ




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Posted By: Centrix Vigilis
Date Posted: 30-Oct-2011 at 21:30
There once was a poet named DQ..
whose love of writing about love was the cue.
 
Late thru the night well into the light..
Was the verse rendered.. with such passionate might.
 
That all who read it...day or night 
exclaimed their admiration and delight.


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"Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence"

S. T. Friedman


Pilger's law: 'If it's been officially denied, then it's probably true'



Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 31-Oct-2011 at 12:12
Originally posted by Centrix Vigilis

There once was a poet named DQ..
whose love of writing about love was the cue.
 
Late thru the night well into the light..
Was the verse rendered.. with such passionate might.
 
That all who read it...day or night 
exclaimed their admiration and delight.

Thank you, Centrix, I'm quite flatteredSmile.


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Posted By: PADDYBOY
Date Posted: 31-Oct-2011 at 12:35
Just a wee ditty that was hammered into my head when I was a youngster.



                        The auld broon troot lay unner a stane,
                        Unner a stane lay he,
                        An he thocht o' the wund,
                        An he thocht o' the rain,
                        An the troot that he uist tae be.
 
                        A'm a gey auld troot, said he tae hissel,
                        A gey auld troot, said he,
                        An there's mony a queer-like
                        Tale A cuid tell
                        O' the things that hae happened tae me.
 
                        They wee-hafflin trooties are aa verra smart,
                        They're aa verra smert, said he,
                        They ken aa the rules
                        O' the gemm aff by hairt,
                        An they're no aften catched, A'll agree.
 
                        They're thinkin A'm auld an they're thinkin A'm duin,
                        They're thinkin A'm duin, said he,
                        They're thinkin A'm no
                        Worth the flirt o' a fin
                        Or the blink o' a bonnie black ee.
 
                        But A'm safe an A'm smug in ma bonnie wee neuk,
                        A'm safe an A'm snug, said he,
                        A'm the big fush that
                        Nae fusher can heuk,
                        An A'll aye be that - till A dee!


I was forced to memorize this poem when I was about six years old. I didn't understand a word of it and am somewhat surprised that I have never forgotten it.

PS
For those who don't understand it. It's basically saying that elderly are a heck of a lot smarter/wiser than the young uns.


Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 31-Oct-2011 at 14:03
Time Out of Time In

The time is flowing again like a river in spring when
The snow is melting in the mountains and pouring in them
In a outburst of beating water and crystal whipping foam
Breaking the light in thousand pieces, light like only light can be
Hitting urging going on itself  fierce and out like you do on me
In a day when the fences are taken down and the air is steamed
And the time is in limbo and sliding in the bended inside of a ring
Sliding on itself like I slide on you...like in March...the air smells of spring.
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 04-Nov-2011 at 17:14
So Beautiful and Not a Dream

I was dreaming in a dream which I dreamt
That I was sleeping and your eyes on me were spent
Whit such tenderness I've no words to describe
Radiating  towards me sweet delight.

I was so overwhelmed by such a bliss
That my eyes were afraid that  they will it miss
They slightly opened and I looked and my mind did bent
When I noticed that your eyes on me were spent.
DQ




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 07-Nov-2011 at 15:43
My Dreams

My dreams are full of your hands -
And the clouds
Your hands are trains rolling on my rails
Out of bounds

Your hands are ships floating on my waves
And submarines are are diving in my depths
Your hands are planes taking me in, taking me up
My dreams - full of your hands - are my haven on earth.
DQ





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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 12-Nov-2011 at 23:50
On Wasting Time

I was being cavalier in managing my time with you
Wasting moments in not kissing and embracing
Wasting moments in not at your face gazing
Wasting time without adoration - of you.

Now how I beg a moment to have spared
So I can hug you close and get replenished
So I can kiss you and get myself renewed
Now how I beg for a second more with you!
DQ



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 15-Nov-2011 at 02:13
Devising Ways To Keep You With Me

I'm wrapping your image around my wrist - with a kiss, a touch, and twist
So I can have you in my day - come what may.
I'm planting you all over in my skin in a thousand seeds of light - within -
So I can have you in my night - dark or bright.

I'm dipping my fingers in you - so with you they are imbued,
So I have you every hour - with the same power.
I'm drinking my eyes on you - so they on you are drunk
So they see you everywhere I look - and in you be sunk.
DQ


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Posted By: Nick1986
Date Posted: 22-Nov-2011 at 20:10

Bilbo's Last Song

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship’s beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I’ll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!

— J. R. R. Tolkein (1892 - 1973)



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Me Grimlock not nice Dino! Me bash brains!


Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Dec-2011 at 03:25
Dark It Is

Dark time is coming in a storm
And flows over my breath -
But not this time and not this space
I will regret,

Not this touch and not this silence
Not this cry and not those words -
I'll not regret you, my very close One
While the Earth still moves.
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 13-Dec-2011 at 00:44
Lament

Even Rain - crustal clear, pure, fine
Runs like mid when brought into dust
And mixed with dirt, turns into sticky mud.
When looked upon in this way
Crystal Rain is only dirty stain.

And Rain cannot be rain no more.
Don't ask the Rain to rain no more
For Rain is dead. Weep for Rain, for Rain is gone.
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 13-Dec-2011 at 01:16
In Instance

It happened instantly and inforgivingly - like Death.
And what is dead cannot be resurrected.
Don't try to water a dead plant, or feed dead mouse -
In vain is it, in vain will be yet.

It's easy to kill a Butterfly - one only needs
To smear her wings and the fairies' dreams
Will shrink in an instant and shrivel like wings
Of dead Nymphs - dry and gone. It's Done.
DQ



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 14-Dec-2011 at 23:51
Emily Dickinson:

NO romance sold unto,
Could so enthrall a man
As the perusal of
His individual one.
’T is fiction’s, to dilute        5
To plausibility
Our novel, when ’t is small enough
To credit,—’t isn’t true!



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 18-Dec-2011 at 16:36
Emily Dickinson:

IF what we could were what we would—
Criterion be small;
It is the Ultimate of talk
The impotence to tell.




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Posted By: Chookie
Date Posted: 25-Dec-2011 at 16:30
Walk light on the land (Chookie)

Walk light on the land,

cause no hurt to the earth,
live from your heart,
not from your head.
Be what you are,
not what you're told.


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For money you did what guns could not do.........


Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Dec-2011 at 01:32
Emily Dickinson

GLORY is that bright tragic thing,
That for an instant
Means Dominion,
Warms some poor name
That never felt the sun,        5
Gently replacing
In oblivion.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Dec-2011 at 15:37
Anna Akhmatova - Echo

There’re no paths to where the former gone is.
I don’t crave for the passed by long ago.
And what is there? The lit with blood floor stones,
The immur’d and forgotten door,
Or echo which still doesn’t have any patience 
To be quite mute, though I’ve prayed much for that…
This helpless echo fell in the same station,
In which is one in my heart set. 



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Dec-2011 at 18:22
. . .
Don't rend your shirt in front of me in some pathetic lecture-
Not your shirt, your chest to rend for me is empty gesture.
The loudest the clamor is the falseness to conceal
And learned play and borrowed style don't make the real deal.

You can make one fall in love with an image pasted -
But the truth will come out and love will be wasted.
Don't waste time to run behind me and try to get me back -
I have no time for circus tricks and for poor parlor acts.
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 04-Jan-2012 at 00:11
. . .
You call impossibilities but other names, and cover them with wild flowers and all
But still impossibilities they are, and on the ground they are bound to fall
Like snowflakes heavy with itself are drawn down like smelted lead
Like birds in hurricane, like ships crushed in waves, like bullets in the head

And there is no power on Earth that can stop them - as being bound down
Like some horrendous flight, that turns in fight with the gravity is drown
And the direction in which to go is dragging itself on the ground
So take your eyes away and don't insist to stop the rain - just go without sound.
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 26-Jan-2012 at 03:15
Emily Dickinson

HIS mind, of man a secret makes,
I meet him with a start,
He carries a circumference
In which I have no part,
Or even if I deem I do—        5
He otherwise may know.
Impregnable to inquest,
However neighborly.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 26-Jan-2012 at 03:22
There are many betrayals, and more to come along
What is a human to stare, and to bear, alone?
And all the betrayals known, and the avoided ones
Are not go to vanish because one through them looks pass.

The words are empty of meaning, and scream with torn out tongues
Like in eternal personal, personal hell are caught.
The words are only remembrance, like of a gutted mind -
Whenever facing betrayal, one have to go and fight.
DQ


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Jan-2012 at 13:51
Pausing between clouds
the moon rests
in the eyes of its beholders
Matsuo Basho, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Jan-2012 at 23:53
Captives

Some came in chains
Unrepentant but tired.
Too tired but to stumble.
Thinking and hating were finished
Thinking and fighting were finished
Retreating and hoping were finished.
Cures thus a long campaign,
Making death easy.


Ernest Hemingway



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 29-Jan-2012 at 16:51
Since I'm currently biting into Francoa Villon, I'm going to post here one by one the 8-lined stanzas of his  "Testament - Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis" /"Testament - Ballade for Women from Time Before, one stanza at a time.
...

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thaïs,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?

Oh, where is last year’s snow?

 




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Jan-2012 at 20:30
Francois Villon, Testament, 2nd stanza:

Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?

Oh, where is last year’s snow?




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 31-Jan-2012 at 21:38
Francois Villon, Testament, 3rd stanza

Queen Blanche of the Siren’s voice

White as a swan, and Alice, say,

Bertha Big-Foot and Beatrice,

Arembourg, ruler of Maine,

Or Jeanne d’Arc of Lorraine,

The English burned at Rouen? Oh,

Where are they Virgin, you who reign?

Oh, where is last year’s snow?




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 01-Feb-2012 at 20:17
Villon, the last stanza of the Testament:

Prince, don’t ask of me again

Where they are, this year or no,

I have only this last refrain:

Oh, where is last year’s snow?





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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Feb-2012 at 01:04
Villon, I'm staring another poem I'm going to break in stanzas - "The Testament - The regrets of the Beautiful Heaulmiere"


Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmière

 By chance, I heard the belle complain,

The one we called the Armouress,

Longing to be a girl again,

Talking like this, more or less:

‘Oh, old age, proud in wickedness,

You’ve battered me so, and why?

Who cares, who, for my distress,

Or whether at all your blows I die?




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 22:59
Villon, the "Regrets", 2nd stanza:

You’ve stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I’d see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he’d later show,

But what was abandoned readily, 

Beggars now scorn to know.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 06-Feb-2012 at 21:12
Villon, "The Regrets" 3rd stanza:

Many a man I then refused –

Which wasn’t wise of me, no jest –

For love of a boy, cunning too,

To whom I gave all my largesse.

I feigned to him unwillingness,

But, by my soul, I loved him bad.

What he showed was his roughness,

Loving me only for what I had.

 





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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 07-Feb-2012 at 23:41
Villon, "Regrets", 4th stanza

He could drag me through the dirt,

Trample me underfoot, I’d love him,

Break my back, whatever’s worse,

If only he’d ask for a kiss again,

I’d soon forget then every pain.

A glutton, full of what he could win,

He’d embrace me – with him I’ve lain.

What’s he left me? Shame and sin.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 08-Feb-2012 at 23:41
Villon "Regrets"5th stanza

Now he’s dead, these thirty years:

And I live on, old, and grey.

When I think of those times, with tears,

What I was, what I am today,

View myself naked: turn at bay,

Seeing what I am no longer,

Poor, dry, meagre, worn away,

I almost forget myself in anger.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 10-Feb-2012 at 01:16
Villon "Regrets", 6th stanza

Where’s my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 12-Feb-2012 at 23:11
Villon, "Regrets", 7th stanza

The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love’s tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?

 




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 14-Feb-2012 at 21:51
Villon, "Regrets" 7th stanza:

Now wrinkled forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 14-Feb-2012 at 21:52
Villon, "Regrets, 8th stanza:

This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The shoulders hunched up utterly:

Breasts….what? In full retreat,

Same with the hips, as with the teats:

Little nest, hah! See the thighs,

Not thighs, thighbones, poor man’s meat,

Blotched like sausages, and dried.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 14-Feb-2012 at 21:53
Villon, "Regrets", last stanza:

That’s how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte

So it goes for all of us.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 15-Feb-2012 at 20:44
I'm done with Villon, couldn't find anything more from him online, so my next project is Omar Khayyams's "Rubaiyat":

I
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight

The Stars before him from the Field of Night,

Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes

The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 16-Feb-2012 at 19:24
Omar Khayyam "Rubaiyat"
II
Before the phantom of False morning died,

Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,

"When all the Temple is prepared within,

Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 19-Feb-2012 at 19:00
Omar Khayyam:

III
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before

The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door!

You know how little while we have to stay,

And, once departed, may return no more."


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 20-Feb-2012 at 21:04
Omar Khayyam:

IV
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,

Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough

Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 23-Feb-2012 at 01:45
Omar Khayyam:
V
Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,

And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;

But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine,

And many a Garden by the Water blows,



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 24-Feb-2012 at 00:21
Omar Khayyam:
VI
And David's lips are lockt; but in divine

High-piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!

Red Wine!"--the Nightingale cries to the Rose

That sallow cheek of hers t' incarnadine.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Feb-2012 at 02:13
Omar Khayyam:
VII
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:

The Bird of Time has but a little way

To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Feb-2012 at 00:20
Omar Khayyam:

VIII
Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,

Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,

The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Feb-2012 at 19:46
Omar Khayyam:
IX
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;

Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

And this first Summer month that brings the Rose

Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 02-Mar-2012 at 00:34
Omar Khayyam:

X
Well, let it take them! What have we to do

With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru?

Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will,

Or Hatim call to Supper--heed not you



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 02-Mar-2012 at 23:33
Omar Khayyam:
XI
With me along the strip of Herbage strown

That just divides the desert from the sown,

Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot--

And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne!



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Mar-2012 at 03:01
Omar Khayyam:
XII
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,

A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou

Beside me singing in the Wilderness--

Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Mar-2012 at 23:25
Omar Khayyam:
XIII
Some for the Glories of This World; and some

Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,

Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 06-Mar-2012 at 18:57
Omar Khayam:
XIV
Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo,

Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow,

At once the silken tassel of my Purse

Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 07-Mar-2012 at 18:11
Omar Khayam:
XV
And those who husbanded the Golden grain,

And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,

Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd

As, buried once, Men want dug up again.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 10-Mar-2012 at 14:28
Omar Khayyam:
XVI
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon

Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,

Lighting a little hour or two--is gone.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 11-Mar-2012 at 03:14
Omar Khayyam:
XVII
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai

Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,

How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp

Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.




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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 11-Mar-2012 at 22:12
Omar Khayyam:
XXVIII
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,

And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;

And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--

"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 13-Mar-2012 at 19:45
Omar Khayyam:
XIX
I sometimes think that never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears

Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 14-Mar-2012 at 13:30
Omar Khayyam:

XX
And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--

Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows

From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!



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Posted By: Chookie
Date Posted: 15-Mar-2012 at 17:29

Drùidheadhd (Druidism)


Brothers to the Sun
Sisters to the Moon
Stewards of the lore
Guardians of the land
Keepers of the Earth

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For money you did what guns could not do.........


Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 15-Mar-2012 at 19:17
Nice to see you here again, ChookieSmile!

Omar Khayyam:
XXI
Ah, my Belov'ed fill the Cup that clears

To-day Past Regrets and Future Fears:

To-morrow!--Why, To-morrow I may be

Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 16-Mar-2012 at 11:50
Omar Khayyam:
XXII
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best

That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,

And one by one crept silently to rest.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 17-Mar-2012 at 23:16
Omar Khayyam:
XXIII
And we, that now make merry in the Room

They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom

Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth

Descend--ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 19-Mar-2012 at 19:56
Omar Khayyam:

XXIV
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust descend;

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 20-Mar-2012 at 18:41
Omar Khayyam:

XXV
Alike for those who for To-day prepare,

And those that after some To-morrow stare,

A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries

"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There."


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 22-Mar-2012 at 02:37
Omar Khayyam:
XXVI
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd

Of the Two Worlds so wisely--they are thrust

Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn

Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 22-Mar-2012 at 17:09
Omar Khayyam:
XXVII
Myself when young did eagerly frequent

Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument

About it and about: but evermore

Came out by the same door where in I went.



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 23-Mar-2012 at 10:59
Omar Khayyam:
XXVII
Myself when young did eagerly frequent

Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument

About it and about: but evermore

Came out by the same door where in I went.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 24-Mar-2012 at 13:24
Omar Khayyam:

XXVIII
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,

And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;

And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--

"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 25-Mar-2012 at 21:50
Omar Khayyam:
XXIX
Into this Universe, and Why not knowing

Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;

And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,

I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Mar-2012 at 01:15
Omar Khayyam:

XXX
What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?

And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!

Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine

Must drown the memory of that insolence!



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Mar-2012 at 00:25
Omar Khayyam:

XXXI
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate

rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate;

And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;

But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 29-Mar-2012 at 23:50
Omar Khayyam:

XXXII
There was the Door to which I found no Key;

There was the Veil through which I might not see:

Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee

There was--and then no more of Thee and Me.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Apr-2012 at 00:35
Omar Khayyam:

XXXIII
Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn

In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;

Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal'd

And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 06-Apr-2012 at 01:19
Omar Khayyam:
XXXIV
Then of the Thee in Me works behind

The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find

A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,

As from Without--"The Me Within Thee Blind!"


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 09-Apr-2012 at 02:28
Omar Khayyam:
XXXV
Then to the lip of this poor earthen Urn

I lean'd, the Secret of my Life to learn:

And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live

Drink!--for, once dead, you never shall return."



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 10-Apr-2012 at 02:39
Omar Khayyam:
XXXVI
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive

Articulation answer'd, once did live,

And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss'd,

How many Kisses might it take--and give!



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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 12-Apr-2012 at 03:20
Omar Khayyam:
XXXVII
For I remember stopping by the way

To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:

And with its all-obliterated Tongue

It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"


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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 17-Apr-2012 at 02:32
Omar Khayyam:

XXXVIII
And has not such a Story from of Old

Down Man's successive generations roll'd

Of such a clod of saturated Earth

Cast by the Maker into Human mould?


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