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Poetry
« on: July 11, 2015, 07:38:42 AM »

Poetry thread

  Our poetry thread.
 Let me start it with an amazing haiku:

"A Bat Flits"
(by Yosa Buson)

A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.
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"Ozymandias"
« Reply #1 on: December 20, 2022, 07:22:35 PM »

Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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The Fable (by Yvor Winters)
« Reply #2 on: January 26, 2023, 03:39:10 PM »

The Fable

by Yvor Winters


Beyond the steady rock the steady sea,
In movement more immovable than station,
Gathers and washes and is gone. It comes,
A slow obscure metonymy of motion,
Crumbling the inner barriers of the brain.
But the crossed rock braces the hills and makes
A steady quiet of the steady music,
Massive with peace.
And listen, now:
The foam receding down the sand silvers
Between the grains, thin, pure as virgin words,
Lending a sheen to Nothing, whispering.
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