/lit/ - Literature

>>5278929

There was a time in my life not so long ago, that I experienced a moment that could only be described as pure love and happiness.
It was as if love and happiness were finally real to me and were something tangible, embodied in that moment.
They were in everything I could hear, touch, taste and smell.
I could see them with my very eyes – reflected back at me in someone else’s.
They were all around me, breathing life into me, as if wrapping me up in a blanke

And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov'd, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.

>>5278929
Geenie, you're free.

>>5279249

They retracted that because it implied the advocacy of suicide.

>>5279267
I think that's overreacting but whatever, it obviously struck a chord with people and it's already all over my Facebook.

>>5278929
Robin Williams is dead!

Robin Williams is dead!

May his soul rest in... bread;

JUMANJI!

>>5279276
You're better than Facebook man, you're on /lit/!

Childhood and it was hell,
till i found a few ideas in a few movies
that made me start to look harder.
You may have been unhappy,
but i am now happy from what you started in me.

Hey...it's not your fault....

>>5278929
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, If he would've liked women, He still would be with us! (Eulogy for a Gay guy with Aids.)

>>5279286
That's intense... A shitty poem to be fair but you get 10/10 for being sincere. My childhood sucked too but I remember staying up all through the night watching my VHS tape of Hook over and over...

>>5279297
>Hook
Damn, I had forgotten about how fucking much I loved that movie.

But each day brings its petty dust
Our soon-chok’d souls to fill,
And we forget because we must,
And not because we will.
-- Matthew Arnold

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

"Warm summer sun, shine friendly here
Warm western wind, blow kindly here;
Green sod above, rest light, rest light,
Good-night, Annette!
Sweetheart, good-night!"

>>5278929
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

>>5279322

Nice

>>5279248
Thanks for posting the Byron poem that I posted last night. Great poem.

I love the line on Keats's grave - "Here lies One whose Name was writ in Water."

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

>>5278929
SOMETHING WRONG
I HOLD MY HEAD
__________ GONE
OUR NIGGA DEAD

>>5279244
do good things exist to be taken away

>>5280871

And then Kayne starts that weird singing bit

There are those four very good verses by Malherbes:

"Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses
Ont le pire destin
Et, rose, elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses
L'espace d'un matin."

"But she was of this world, were the most beautiful
Have the worst destiny
And, rose she lived what rose live
The span of a morning."

I smoked the rest of my roll-up, swallowed the pain at the back of my throat. I wiped the water from my eyes, then ditched the butt into the dirt. It sat there smoking by itself for a while, and I sniffed. I watched it till the smoke faded away, until I managed to get myself sorted.
Somewhere I heard a bird that sounded like it was laughing.
I looked at Callum's grave.
“Fuck you an' all.”

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 outwears 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 loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

>>5282046
Gets me every time.

It is a perfect poem.

>>5279297
Same here. Well Hook, Ghostbusters, and TMNT II: The Secret of the Ooze.

Hook was the first movie I ever saw in theaters. According to my parents, they had to carry me out at the end while Peter Pan was flying away from Wendy in the window as I screamed "No, Peter! Come back!" over and over. Awesome fucking movie.

Now all of his summer's gone

Those urgent days when he was young

Those girls he loved but soon moved on

To drink his summer wine.
Now perfumes of earth and vine

Of meadows when the rain has gone

These friends with their black armbands on

Salute his summer wine.
The memories he left to me

Here in my cup

Of sweet short days, bitter days

Now all drunk up.
The fullness of the life that slipped

The other day all mortal pain

Free now to roam fresh hills and lanes

And taste eternal wine.

>>5280832
whitman you goddamn genius

Sad solemn notes and crates of newly drawn stout,
the usual symptoms when a life goes out.
But the extinction this time being 7 times the most.
The music held no echo and the tears drowned our toast.
Sorrow and bereavement, life has no meaning now, silence is master.
Laughter and song bowed.
For gone went our great captain to some more hospitable inn
where cant and hypocrisy can no longer embarrass him.

>>5282261
I'll bet you ruined the experience for everybody else in the theater, parents should've beat your obnoxious ass

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep
He hath awakened from the dream of life
'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings. — We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Follow where all is fled!

"Maximilien," the Count said, "the friends whom we have lost do not rest in the earth, they are buried in our hearts... so that we should always be in their company."

Always liked this one from TCoMC.

Stay away white magician
Young lovers and mourning wife
You're not welcome on our land
So I speak for the dead
Magic circles drawn after midnight
Around graves to be opened
He'll use the wand to raise a body
He'll ask the questions and he'll burn the remains
It's desecration of souls in their holy lair
Copulation in the night, two shadows upon a grave
Screams of pleasure with screams of pain
Young lovers, you must be insane
It's desecration of souls in their holy lair
So I say again, stay away, it's desecration of souls
Dyin' flowers upon the grave of a husband who's lost his maid
She's there on duty and the tears she cries
They don't belong where the flowers lie
It's desecration of souls in their holy lair
So I say again, stay away, it's desecration of souls

>>5279322

Best in the thread

>>5278929
Remember me when not a cloud of sorrow
It's shadow flings across my sunny way;When all is bright, and Hope bespeaks the morrow
As undisturbed and happy as to-day;

When throbs my heart with pleasure, and its fountain
Is sending forht a stream of joy and love;
And clothes in beauty every vale and mountain
And all the glowing canopy above.

But when a tear is starting, and sadness
Is gathering o'er me, and my spirit's light
Is being veiled, and all it's cheering gladness
Enshrouded in gloom, like that of night;

And scenes that once were beautiful, are dreary,
Fond hopes ere I can realize them, flee;
And when my soul has struggled till 't is weary;--
With kindly heart, O then, remember me!