ITT: poems that go hard
If by Kipling is very similar to InvictusAnother one of Kipling's that goes pretty hard is the Ballad of East and West, which is too long to post here, but highly recommend reading (probably will take 5 minutes to read). Might be the most masculine poem ever
>>25578711pretty good. i was worried when i saw that it was free verse, but this is a good example of that (there's definitely a kind of rhythm going on too with this one -- mostly formed by the harsh "k" sounds).
Oh no a straight gate, truly such a gate may refuse me. Better walk through it backwards and bent over and oiled up just in case it tries to grab me.
>>25578578Should be "the world is mud", clay gives the impression of a plyable substance, he meant to say it's repugnant and worthless.
>>25578578>I am the master of my fateNo you aren't. All you can do is make decisions within your circumstances.
>>25578578https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pJcwnS1c0I
I've always liked Ozymandias. Splendid desolation. Reminds me a little of Jean Leon Jerome's Quaerens Quem Devoret painting too. >Aspects of Robinson by Weldon KeesRobinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thinBlue light comes down once more outside the blinds.Gray men in overcoats are ghosts blown past the door.The taxis streak the avenues with yellow, orange, and red.This is Grand Central, Mr. Robinson.Robinson on a roof above the Heights; the boatsMourn like the lost. Water is slate, far down.Through sounds of ice cubes dropped in glass, an osteopath,Dressed for the links, describes an old Intourist tour.—Here’s where old Gibbons jumped from, Robinson.Robinson walking in the Park, admiring the elephant.Robinson buying the Tribune, Robinson buying the Times. RobinsonSaying, “Hello. Yes, this is Robinson. SundayAt five? I’d love to. Pretty well. And you?”Robinson alone at Longchamps, staring at the wall.Robinson afraid, drunk, sobbing RobinsonIn bed with a Mrs. Morse. Robinson at home;Decisions: Toynbee or luminol? Where the sunShines, Robinson in flowered trunks, eyes towardThe breakers. Where the night ends, Robinson in East Side bars.Robinson in Glen plaid jacket, Scotch-grain shoes,Black four-in-hand and oxford button-down,The jeweled and silent watch that winds itself, the brief-Case, covert topcoat, clothes for spring, all coveringHis sad and usual heart, dry as a winter leaf.
>>25578863I like to read Shelley's in tandem with Smith's.>>25578578Do 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 theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir 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 sightBlind 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.
>>25578729Its not 'straight' but 'strait'. Its a different word
>>25578863You, Andrew Marvell is about the same theme, but a less well known poem
>>25579766Great one
>>25579766Rilke is one of my favorites
>>25578578Atheist nonsense>>25578612>IfVery trite nowadays, or in fact already said to be trite 50 years ago, but few really stop to ponder what a steep requirement it asksFor my own part, some may say it is also hackneyed, but I have been this also in my time, so I feel a great affinity for Ulysses:>We are not now that which in old days moved earth and heaven>That which we are, we are>One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by Time and Fate, but strong in will>to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
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>>25580635>Rilke translation
>>25580961
Dont die already
>>25578578>>25578612>>25578711What are you supposed to find great about this? Yeah the words are nice and stuff but its all so obvious. There is no room for interpretation or epiphany. Just high and mighty fodder for midwits.
El traje que vestí mañanano lo ha lavado mi lavandera:lo lavaba en sus venas otilinas,en el chorro de su corazón, y hoy no hede preguntarme si yo dejabael traje turbio de injusticia.A hora que no hay quien vaya a las aguas,en mis falsillas encañonael lienzo para emplumar, y todas las cosasdel velador de tánto qué será de mí,todas no están míasa mi lado. Quedaron de su propiedad,fratesadas, selladas con su trigueña bondad.Y si supiera si ha de volver;y si supiera qué mañana entraráa entregarme las ropas lavadas, mi aquellalavandera del alma. Que mañana entrarásatisfecha, capulí de obrería, dichosade probar que sí sabe, que sí puede ¡CÓMO NO VA A PODER!azular y planchar todos los caos.
Dear SunshineThe way the way you glow through my blinds in the morning It makes me feel like you missed me.Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed.Making me rub the sleep from my eyes.Are you asking me to come out and play?Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?I look above. The sky is blue.It's a secret, but I trust you too.If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.But I'm not mad.I want breakfast.
She is what makes you go on,she's what's giving you strength.But as daylight is approached by dawn, Chad's giving her his full length.
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>>25578612imagine being enamored by 'Ol Rudyard "White Man's Burden" Kipling KEK back to /pol/ with you colonial faggot
>>25587571you know what, your post convinced me, kipling is in fact based
>>25578612'The Ballad of East and West' is a better life lesson for young men than 'If'
>>25588054i knew he would say it
>>25588054Just say you are Israeli
>>25587571The white man's burden is more relevant than ever, you see it every day right here on /lit/ embodied in the ever lowering standards of English literacy.
>>25578578a birthday gift from a former girlfriend
