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hello all. im looking for poetry/short stories to feel hopeful. more specifically, if anythings comes to mind: being in a hostile situation and it feels that youre fucked forever (and to a great extent, you are!).i really like this one, by gwendolyn brooks. i would appreciate recommendations greatly. thank you
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>>25509157
im sorry for the tumblrposting. your recommendations would go a long way
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>>25509157
Invictus by William Ernest Henley is a good one.
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Maybe cliche but dont go gentle into that good night is like the ultimate dont give up poem.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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>>25509157
I like this one by AR Ammons a lot.
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>>25510097
Its been rendered melodramatic and cheesy by overuse in media
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>>25510134
It's still a great poem



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