/lit/ - Literature

(kindly disregard the fact that I don't understand chirality)

>>20133732
I know every poem I've written by heart. I don't see the point in memorizing someone else's work.

>>20133746
no rule prohibits posting your own poems

>>20133748
My rules do.

>>20133732
Gather ye roses while ye may.
Old time is still a-flying,
And that same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heav'n, the sun
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first
When youth and blood were warmer,
But being spent, the worse and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

Then be not coy but use your time
And while ye may, go marry.
For having lost but once your prime
You may forever tarry.

To be or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would fardels bear, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane,
But that the fear of something after death
Murders the innocent sleep,
Great nature's second course,
And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune
Than fly to others that we know not of.
There's the respect must give us pause:
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The law's delay, and the quietus which his pangs might take,
In the dead waste and middle of the night, when churchyards yawn
In customary suits of solemn black,
But that the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns,
Breathes forth contagion on the world,
And thus the native hue of resolution, like the poor cat i' the adage,
Is sicklied o'er with care,
And all the clouds that lowered o'er our housetops,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. But soft you, the fair Ophelia:
Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,
But get thee to a nunnery—go!

ce toit tranquille, ou marchent des colombes
entre les pins palpite, entre les tombes
midi le juste y compose des feux
la mer, la mer, toujours recomencee
o recompense apres une pensee
qu'un long regard sur le calme des dieux

quel pur travail des fins eclairs consume
maint diamant d'imperceptible ecume
et quel paix semple se concevoir?
quand sur l'abime un soleil se repose
ouvrages pur d'une eternelle cause
le temps scintille et le songe est avoir

stable tresor, temple simple a minerve
masse de calme et visible reserve
eau sourcilleuse, oeil qui gardes en toi
tant de sommeil sous un voile de flamme
o mon silence! edifice dans l'ame
mais comble d'or aux mille tuiles, toit!

temple du temps, qu'un seul soupir resume
a ce point pur je monte et accoutume
tout entouré de mon regard marin
et comme aux dieux mon offrande supreme
la scintillation sereine seme
sur l'altitude un dedain souverain

hands getting bored

>>20133759
I like this one

The tiger
He destroyed his cage
Yes
YES
The tiger is out

She should have died hereafter. There would have
been time for such a word. Tomorrow and
tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in
this petty pace from day to day to the
last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life is but a walking shadow, a
poor player that struts and frets its hour upon
the stage and then is heard no more. It is
a tale, told by an idiot, full of
sound and fury, signifying nothing.

>>20133732
μηνιν αειδε θέα πηληιαδεω Αχιλλέως
ουλομενην η μυρι αχαιοις αλγε εθηκε
Πολλά δ ιφθιμους ψυχας αιδι προιαχεν ηρώων αυτούς δε ελωρια έτυχε κυνεσδιν οιονοισι τε πασιν Διός δετελειτο βοθλη εξ ου δη τσeтeы διασταταε Ν ερισαντε εστρειφης τε αναξ ανδρών και Διός οσδυσσευε τισ ταρ θεών εριδι ξυνεκεηκε μάχεσθαι λητοςθ και Διός θυος και. Γα ρβασηικξ χολοθεις νουσον ανά στρατό ορσκε κ ας γν ολεκεοβτορ δ ΜΗΣΕΓΕΡΟΝΚΟΙΛΗΙΣΙΝ ΕΓΩΠΑΡΑΝΥΥΙΣ ΚΙΧΕΙΙ Η ΝΥΝ ΣΎΣΤΗΣΑΝ ill pick out the last post and go from thst number
>>20133790
790
should around here
ως φατο ο δε ξυνεηκε θεάς όπα φωνησας
βη δε θεειν από δε χλαιναν βάλε την οι κοιμσσε
Κηρυξ Ευρβατηε Ιθακησιος ος οι οπηδει
αυτός δ ατρειδαο αγαμενονος αντίο ελθων
δεξατο οι σκηπτρον πατρωιον αφθιτον αιει
συν τω εβη κατά λαόν Αχαιών χαλκωχιτωνν
ον τινα δε βασιληα και εξοχον άνδρα κιχειη
τονδ αγανοις επεεσιν ερητυε παραστας
ΔΑΙΜΟΝΙ' ΟΥ ΣΕ ΕΟΙΚΕ ΚΑΚΟΝ ΩΣ ΔΕΙΔΊΣΣΕΣΘΑΙ
ΑΛΛ ΑΥΤΟΣ ΤΕ ΚΑΘΗΔΟ ΚΑΙ ΑΛΛΟΥΣ ΊΔΡΥΕ ΛΑΟΥΣ
ΟΥ ΓΑΡ ΠΩ ΣΑΦΑ ΙΣΘΙ ΟΙΟΣ ΝΟΟΣ ΑΤΡΕΙΩΝΟΣ
ΝΥΝ ΜΕΝ ΠΕΙΡΑΤΑ, ΤΆΧΑ Δ ΙΨΕΤΑΙ ΥΙΑΣ ΑΧΑΙΩΝ
ΕΝΙ ΒΟΥΛΗΙ Δ ΟΥ ΟΑΝΤΕΣ ΑΚΟΥΣΑΜΕΝ ΟΙΟΝ ΕΙΠΕΝ
ΜΗ ΤΙ ΚΑΚΟΝ ΡΕΧΗΙ ΥΙΑΣ ΑΧΑΙΩΝ
ΜΕΓΑΣ Δ ΕΣΤΙ ΘΥΜΟΣ ΔΙΟΤΡΕΦΕΩΝ ΒΑΣΙΛΈΩΝ,
ΤΙΜΉ ΔΕΚ ΔΙΟΣ, ΦΙΛΕΙ ΔΕ. Ε ΜΗΤΙΕΤΑ ΖΕΘΣ
ον δ αυ δημου τ άνδρα ιδοι βοοοντα εφευροι
τον σκηοτρω ελελαλσσκε ομοκλησασκε τε μυθωι
ΔΑΙΜΟΝΙ ΑΤΡΕΜΑΣ ΗΣΟ ΚΑΙ ΆΛΛΩΝ ΑΚΟΥΕ ΜΥΘΩ
ΟΙ ΣΕΚ ΦΕΡΤΡΕΟΙ ΕΙΣΙΝ, Σ' ΑΠΤΟΛΕΜΟΣ ΚΑΙ ΑΝΑΛΚΙΣ
ΟΥΤ ΕΝΙ ΠΟΛΕΜΩ ΟΥΤ ΕΝΙ ΒΟΥΛΉ
ΕΝΑΡΘΜΙΟΣ ΕΣΣΙ
ΟΥ ΜΕΝ ΠΩΣ ΟΑΝΤΕΣ ΒΑΙΣΛΕΥΣΟΜΕΝ ΕΝΘΑΔ ΑΧΑΙΟΙ
ΟΥΚ ΑΓΑΘΌΝ ΠΟΛΥΚΟΙΡΑΝΙΗ; ΕΙΣ ΚΟΙΡΑΝΟΣ ΕΣΤΑ
ΕΙΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕΥΣ Ω ΣΩΚΕ ΚΡΌΝΟΥ ΠΑΙΣ ΑΣΚΥΛΟΜΗΤΕΩ
ΣΚΠΗΡΤΟΝ Τ ΗΔΕ ΘΕΜΙΣΤΑΣ, ΙΝΑ ΣΦΙΣΙ ΒΟΥΛΕΥΣΕΙ
ως ο γε διεπε στρατον τοι δ αγορην δε
αυτις επεσσευντο νηων από και κιλισιιαων
πηχηι ως ΟΤΕ κύμα

>>20133732
For all the riches in this world
May be gifts from the devil or earthly kings
I should suspect I worship’d the Devil
If I thank’d my god for earthly things

See they return.
See the tentative movement,
And the slow feet.
The trouble in the pace and uncertain, wavering.
See they return,
One and by one.
With fear as half awakend.
As if the snow should hesitate,
And murmur in the wind,
And half turn back.

These were the wing'd with awe.
Inviolable
Gods of the winged shoe.
With them, the silver hounds.
Sniffing the trace of air.
Haiee! Haiee!

These were the Swift to harry,
These the keen scented,
These were the souls of blood.

Slow on the lease.
Pallid the leasemen.

>>20133732
I know that tiger poem that gets posted here weekly. That's it though

One of multiple sonnets I know:

A sudden blow; the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower,
And Agamemnon dead. - Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

Sneed, quoth the Raven

>>20133732
I'll try a few Nip poems
頬の寒き
流離の旅の人として
道問う言いしのみ

And another one
朝早く
婚期過ぎし妹の
恋文めける文

>>20133732
Here I sit, broken hearted
Thought I had to shit, but only farted

>>20133766
checked with respect

>>20133732
My Uncle Billy had a ten-foot willy
He showed it to the lady next door.
She thought it was a snake
So she hit it with a rake
And now it's only four-foot-four.

ooey gooey was a worm,
a mighty worm was he,
he stepped upon the railroad tracks,
the train he not see,
oooooeyyyy goooooeeeeyyy

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned
The best lack all conviction while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely the second coming is at hand.
The second coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast vision out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun
Is moving its slow thighs, while about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again, but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

>>20133732
No te des por vencido, ni aun vencido,
no te sientas esclavo, ni aun esclavo;
trémulo de pavor, piénsate bravo,
y arremete feroz, ya mal herido.

Ten el tesón del clavo enmohecido
que ya viejo y ruin, vuelve a ser clavo;
no la cobarde intrepidez del pavo
que amaina su plumaje al primer ruido.

Procede como Dios que nunca llora,
o como Lucifer, que nunca reza;
o como el robledal, cuya grandeza
necesita del agua y no la implora.

Que muerda y vocifere vengadora,
ya rodando en el polvo, tu cabeza.

my candle burns at both ends
it will not last the night
but ah! my foes and oh! my friends
it gives a lovely light

Todos esses que aí estão
Atravancando meu caminho,
Eles passarão...
Eu passarinho!

>>20133732
My sentence is of open war, of wiles
More unexpert I boast not
Let them those contrive who need, or when they need, not now
For while they sit contriving, shall the rest
Millions that stand in arms and longing wait the signal to ascend
Sit lingering here, heaven's fugitives. And for their dwelling place
Accept this dark opprobious den of shame
The prison of his tyranny who reigns by our delay
No, let us rather choose
Armed with hell flames and fury all at once
O'er heaven's high to force resistless way
Turning our tortures into horrid arms against the torturer
When to meet the sound of his almighty engine he shall hear
Infernal thunder, and for lightning see black fire and horror
Shot with equal rage amongst his angels, his own throne
Mixed with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire
His own invented torments

Into my heart and air that kills
from yon far country blows.
What are those blue remembered hills?
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain.
The happy highways where I went,
and cannot come again.

The island dreams under the dawn
And great boughs drop tranquility
The peahens dance on a smooth lawn
A parrot sways upon a tree
Gazing at his own reflection in the enameled sea

Here we will moor our lonely ship
And wander ever with woven hand
Murmuring softly lip to lip
Among the grass, among the sands
Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands

How we alone of mortals are hid
Under quiet boughs apart
While our love grows and Indian star
A meteor of the burning heart
One with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam and dart

The heavy boughs, the burnished dove
That moans and sighs an hundred days
How when we die our shades will rove
When eve has hushed the feathered ways
With vapory foot-sole by the water's drowsy blaze

There anon are you quite satisfied?

>>20133732
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens

That is no country for old men, the young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
Those dying generations at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel crowded seas.
Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
And in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing -- and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress.
Nor is there singing-school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence.
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium

O, sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away -- sick with desire
And fastened to a dying anima
It knows not what it is -- and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity

Once out of nature, I'll no longer take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enameling
To keep a drowsy emperor awake
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

>>20134099
Likewise

lol typed this up and posted in wrong thread

#1
lourd on my hert as winter lies
the state that Scotland's in the day
spring to the north has ay come slow
but noo dour winter's like to stay
for guid
and no for guid

o wae's me on the weary days
when it's scarce grey licht at noon
it maun be a' the stewpit folk
diffusing their dullness roon and roon
like soot
that keeps the sunlicht oot

[i never remember the last stanza]

#2
in the howdumdeid of the cauld hairst night
the warl' like an eemis stane
wags in the lift
an' my eerie memories fa'
like a yowdendrift

like a yowdendrift so's a' couldna read
the words cut oot the stane
had the fug a' fame
an' history's hazelraw
no yirdit thaim

#3.
关关雎鸠
在河之洲
窈窕淑女
君子好逑
参差荇菜
左右流之
窈窕淑女
寤寐求之
[always go blank after that]

Plip, plop,
There goes a frog (?)
Wet.

"Fleas"

Adam
had 'em

anyone can copy paste. post vocaroo fags

Give me women, wine and snuff
Until I shout out "Hold enough!"
You may do so sans objection
To the day of resurrection
For bless my beard they aye shall be
My beloved trinity

>>20133732
this one is the first one I memorized voluntarily. It's been quite a few years since I checked the wording so I probably messed up some of the specific words.


Tell me not in mournful numbers
life is but an empty dream
for the soul is dead that slumbers
and things are not what they seem

life is real and life is earnest
and the grave is not the goal
from dust thou art to dust reternest
was not spoken of the soul

not enjoyment and not sorrow
is our destined end or way
but to act that each tomorrow
finds us farther than today

art is long and time is fleeting
and our hearts though stout and brave
still like muffled drums are beating
funeral marches to the grave

in the worlds broad field of battle
in the bivouac of life
be not like dumb driven cattle
be a hero in the strife

trust no future how'er pleasant
let the dead past burry their dead
act, act in the living present
heart within and God ore'head

lives of great men all remind us
we can make our lives divine
and departing leaves behind us
footprints on the sands of time

footprints that perhaps another
sailing o'r life's solomn main
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother
seeing shall take heart again

let us then be up and doing
with a heart for any fate
still achieving, still pursuing
learn to labor and to wait

>>20134333
...anyone can read off wikipedia

>>20134167
i love this part

>>20133732
lighght

Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That fair-browed Homer ruled as his demesne
Yet never did I breathe its fair serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
Looked upon the Pacific and all his men
Stared at one another with a wild surmise
Upon a silent peak in Darien

Definitely manged it a bit

>>20133732
When long ago the gods created Earth
In Jove's fair image man was shaped at birth
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed
Yet they were too removed from humankind
To fill the gap and join the rest to man
The Olympian host conceived a clever plan
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure
Filled it with vice and called the thing a n-word.

>>20133732
when, long ago, the gods created earth
in Jove's fair image man was shaped at birth
the beasts for lesser parts were next designed
yet were they too remote from humankind
to fill the gap, and join the rest ot man
th'Olympian host conceived a clever plan
a beast he wrought, in semi human figure
fill'd it with vice, and call'd the thing a NIGGER

I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread.

And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor
And someone call me by my name.

It had become a glimmering girl,
With apple blossom in her hair,
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips, and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck til time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.
(The punctuation will be off.)

>>20133732
whoso wish to hunt, I know where is an hind
(...)
fainting I follow; I leave off therefore
the vain travail hath wearied me so sore
I am of them that furthest falleth behind
(...)
"noli me tangere, for caesar's I am
and wild for to hold, though I seem tame"

I don't remember the whole thing

>>20134844
There's also:

This world is not conclusion--
A species stands beyond--
Invisible, as music--
But positive, as sound--
It beckons and it baffles--
Philosophy, don't know--
And through a riddle, at the last--
Sagacity, must go--
To guess it puzzles scholars--
To gain it, men have borne
Contempt of generations,
And crucifixion, shown

And it goes on a bit but that's all I memorized because that's where I thought it should have ended.

>>20133732
Zicke Zacke Hühnerkacke

>>20134860
Oh also:

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.

>>20134878
Oh also:

Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense, the starkest madness.
Tis the majority, in this
As in all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, you're straightaway dangerous
And handled with a chain.

rain rain go away
come again another day
little jimmy wants to play
rain rain go to spain

>>20134333
https://voca.ro/1gEeJVx8dXqt
Easy-peasy

thanks for contributing to my thread :-)
in case anyone wants to make another one of these in the future here is a fixed pic

>>20133732
There was an old lady from China...

There once was a man from Nantucket, with a dick so long he could suck it. He said, with a grin, as he wiped off his chin, "If my ear were a cunt I could fuck it."

>>20133732
BEANS BEANS THE MAGICAL FRUIT
THE MORE YOU EAT THE MORE YOU TOOT
-Zoltan
-Stephen King
-Micheal Scott

>>20133732
i met a stranger 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 shattered visage lies, whose frown
and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
tell that its sculptor well those passions read
which yet survive... stamped on these lifeless things,
the hand the mocked 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, the lone and level
sands
stretch
far
away

>>20133732
I've almost memorized Milton's passage of Adam's first day ("As new waked from soundest sleep...") but I sometimes put a particular line out of order or miss a couple words, but I'm close. I don't really read short-form poetry. But I have committed a short few lines from Jesus in Paradise Regain'd.

Beauty stands
In the admiration of weak minds only
Cease to admire and all of her plumes
Fall flat, shrinking to a trivial toy
At every sudden slighting, quite abash'd

I'm really that mothafuckin nigga with the dick!
Big ass dick, nigger bitch, take a lick.
Fuck a hoe in her feet call that hoe In Her Feet;
Lick a pretty bitch in her shit;
Damn that shit taste pretty sweet!

Yung Nigga Ass Lord 2018. One of my favorites from his Collected Works.

Fowles in the frith
Fisses in the flod
And I mon waxe wode
Sulche sorwe I walk with
For best of bon and blod

So we'll go no more a'roving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the Moon be still as bright.

For the sword wears out its sheath
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for lovers,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a'roving
By the light of the Moon.

The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn
From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell.

Have you not heard, have you not seen that corps
Of shadows in the tower, whose shoulders sway
Antiphonal carillons launched before
The stars are caught and hived in the sun's ray?

The bells, I say, the bells break down their tower;
And swing I know not where. Their tongues engrave
Membrane through marrow, my long-scattered score
Of broken intervals… And I, their sexton slave!

Oval encyclicals in canyons heaping
The impasse high with choir. Banked voices slain!
Pagodas, campaniles with reveilles out leaping-
O terraced echoes prostrate on the plain!…

And so it was I entered the broken world
To trace the visionary company of love, its voice
An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.

My word I poured. But was it cognate, scored
Of that tribunal monarch of the air
Whose thigh embronzes earth, strikes crystal Word
In wounds pledged once to hope - cleft to despair?

The steep encroachments of my blood left me
No answer (could blood hold such a lofty tower
As flings the question true?) -or is it she
Whose sweet mortality stirs latent power?-

And through whose pulse I hear, counting the strokes
My veins recall and add, revived and sure
The angelus of wars my chest evokes:
What I hold healed, original now, and pure…

And builds, within, a tower that is not stone
(Not stone can jacket heaven) - but slip
Of pebbles, - visible wings of silence sown
In azure circles, widening as they dip

The matrix of the heart, lift down the eye
That shrines the quiet lake and swells a tower…
The commodious, tall decorum of that sky
Unseals her earth, and lifts love in its shower.

On a journey, ill;
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields.

>>20133732
In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
Beneath the crosses row on row
That mark our place
and in the sky
the larks still bravingly singing cry

Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead short days ago
We lived felt dawn Saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved
And now we lie
In Flanders fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

>>20136776
You must be a leaf

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die.
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be.
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.


Doubt I got the punctuation right.

Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.

Safe in their alabaster chambers
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon
Lie the meek members of the resurrection
Rafters of satin, and roof of stone

Grand got the years, in the crescent above them
Worlds scoop their arcs and firmaments row
Diadems drop and doges surrender
Soundless as dots
On a disc of snow

>>20133732
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever god may be
for my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not whinced nor cried aloud
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
lies but the horror of the shade
and yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul