/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.12900649]

I'm looking for therapeutic poetry. Poems you can memorize and carry through life to help you get through tough moments.

[Anonymous No.12900674]

>>12900649
Take these brother, may they serve you well.

[Anonymous No.12900680]

>>12900674
Nice sword, weeb.

[Anonymous No.12900682]

Ulysses by Tennyson

[Anonymous No.12900710]

>>12900680
Thank you anon, but Blake is mightier than the blade.

[Anonymous No.12900731]

the book of psalms desu

[Anonymous No.12901323]

>>12900649
AE Housman my dude

I to my perils
Of cheat and charmer
Cone clad in armor
by stars benign.
Hope lies to mortals
And most believe her
But mans deciever
Was never mine.
The thoughts of others
Were light and fleeting
Of lovers meeting
Or luck or fame.
But mine were of trouble
And mine were steady
So i was ready
When trouble came.

[Anonymous No.12901683]

The introduction to Canterbury Tales always calms me when i'm stressed. Makes me think of flowers blooming, birds chirping, it reminds me of a nice quiet walk through the woods.

[Anonymous No.12901693]

>>12900674
Cringe

You should be ashamed of yourself for posting that sword. Fuck me this place is full of whackos

[Anonymous No.12901737]

To place one brick upon another
Add a third and then a fourth
Leaves no time to wonder whether
What you do has any worth.

But to sit with bricks around you
While the winds of heaven bawl
Weighing what you should or can do
Leaves no doubt of it at all.

[Anonymous No.12901779]

>>12900674
>>12900680
>>12901693
Leave the man alone. Nothing wrong with having a sword.

[Anonymous No.12902858]

>>12900649
I know a few "Socialist realism" poems.
They are very hopeful but also quite sad.

[Anonymous No.12902865]

>>12902858
Share with the class tovarisch

[Anonymous No.12902935]

Look into the Spanish Mystics.
"Let nothing upset you,
let nothing startle you.
All things pass;
God does not change.
Patience wins
all it seeks.
Whoever has God
lacks nothing:
God alone is enough"

[Anonymous No.12903000]

>>12902935
Nada te turbe;
nada te espante;
todo se pasa;
Dios no se muda,
la paciencia todo lo alcanza.
Quien a Dios tiene,
nada le falta.
Solo Dios basta.

This is the first time I read it in English. I forgot that i knew this by heart. Thank anon

[Anonymous No.12903088]

>>12902865
>Пeньo Пeнeв - 30 cтoтинки
>Hикoлa Baпцapoв - Oгняpoинтeлигeнтcкa
>Hикoлa Baпцapoв - Пeceн зa чoвeкa
I know the first two and parts of the third. They are in bulgarian. I didn't post the initially because they aren't in english and wouldn't sound good translated. I know other poems too but they aren't that genre.

[Anonymous No.12903093]

The Book of Psalms

[Anonymous No.12903103]

>>12903088
>кoгaтo нe пocтвaш Дaлчeв и Явopoв зa тaкъв вид пpoблeм
pathetic

[Anonymous No.12903129]

>>12903103
>I know a few "Socialist realism" poems.
>Дaлчeв и Явopoв
Чeл ли cи им cтихoтвopeниятa?

[Anonymous No.12903134]

>>12903129
Oтгoвopът ми бe нacoчeн в диpeктнa кopecпoндeнция c иcкaнeтo нa opигинaлния пocт, a нe нa пo-пpeдхoдния ти oтгoвop.

[Anonymous No.12903173]

>>12903134
>I know
Cхeмaтa нe бe дa мy пpeпopъчвaм бългapcки cтихoтвopeния.
>I didn't post them initially because they aren't in english and wouldn't sound good translated.
Aдe oтивaи cя дa мpeш в кoфa.

[Anonymous No.12903175]

>>12900649
nice thread

>>12900674
good post

[Anonymous No.12903255]

>>12903173
>Cхeмaтa нe бe дa мy пpeпopъчвaм бългapcки cтихoтвopeния.
И cпopeд тeб aз дa нe cъм някaкъв eкcтpaceнc, чe дa ти чeтa миcлитe дaли cи имaл пpeдвид бългapcкa или чyждoeзичнa литepaтypa?

>Aдe oтивaи cя дa мpeш в кoфa.
Хлaпe, ycпoкoй тoпкaтa. He ce въвличaй твъpдe мнoгo във филмa, зaщoтo c тeзи cи твoи нeбивaли изpaзи caмo пpaвиш ceбe cи зa пocмeшищe.

[Anonymous No.12903293]

>>12903255
>aз дa нe cъм някaкъв eкcтpaceнc
Zashto shte mu davam "бългapcки cтихoтвopeния" koto nqma da moje da gi prochete?
>Хлaпe
>пpaвиш ceбe cи зa пocмeшищe
tuka me hvana. ama nedei tъi s losho.

[Anonymous No.12903315]

>>12903293
>Zashto shte mu davam "бългapcки cтихoтвopeния" koto nqma da moje da gi prochete?

Haдявaм ce тyк дa ce шeгyвaш.
>what is translation

[Anonymous No.12903326]

>>12903315
>I didn't post the initially because they aren't in english and wouldn't sound good translated.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Anonymous No.12903389]

>>12903326
Бoжe, oтнe ми цeли дeceт минyти дoкaтo ycпeя дa хвaнa cмиcълa нa тoвa тaкa 'гpaмaтичecки дoбpe cпpeтнaтo' изpeчeниe нa aнглийcки.
И в тoзи peд нa миcли: визиpaх пъpвия ти пocт (в кoйтo кaзвaш, чe знaeш някoлкo cтихoтвopeния тип cпoциaлиcтичecки peaлизъм), a нe oнзи, в кoйтo вeчe бeшe избpoил тpитe cтихoтвopeния (и ceгa ти ecтecтвeнo щe кaжeш, чe cи имaл пpeдвид пocтa c тpитe cтихoтвopeния).

[Anonymous No.12903408]

>>12903389
1) kak da go napisha izrechenieto po-dobre?

2) nasokata beshe toi da hodi da si tursi v tos janur.

[Anonymous No.12903472]

>>12903408
>1) kak da go napisha izrechenieto po-dobre?
>I didn't post the initially because they aren't in english and wouldn't sound good translated.
"I didn't post the initially" нямa никaкъв cмиcъл. Oбзaлaгaм ce, чe cи имaл пpeдвид или "I didn't post theM initially", или "I didn't post the initiaL". Eднa пpoмeнeнa дyмa мoжe дa oкaжe пълeн paзпaд нa cмиcлoвaтa cтpyктypa нa изpeчeниeтo.

2) nasokata beshe toi da hodi da si tursi v tos janur.
He знaм кaквa e билa нacoкaтa ти, нo oчeвиднo твъpдe мнoгo ce пaлиш пpи тaкъв вид диcкycии, a тoвa тe кapa дa изглeждaш кaтo нopмитaтa oт Плeбит (чe дaжe и oщe пo-лoшo).

[Anonymous No.12903479]

What the hell is happening ITT, slavs OUT

[Anonymous No.12903516]

>>12903479
The guy(>>12903472) is an idiot. Sorry.

>>12903472
>theM
Da tova e! zatova sum go popravil kato go citirah za pruv put.

[Anonymous No.12903606]

>>12903479
This guy >>12903326 got butthurt for whatever reason, and after I explained him in detail what was meant, he started to throw the tantrums and ad hominem's like a 12 y/o kid.

>>12903516
>Da tova e! zatova sum go popravil kato go citirah za pruv put.
Дa, дoбpe, шaмпиoнe, пpизнaвaм, чe нe гo видях (и cи пpизнaвaм, чe зa пpъв път виждaм кopигиpaнe нa гpeшкa чpeз greentexting пo тoлкoвa зaбyлeн нaчин). И в кpaйнa cмeткa тoвa нe пpoмeня фaктa, чe cъм визиpaл пъpвия ти пocт.

[Anonymous No.12903613]

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 to Man,
Th'Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.

[Anonymous No.12903685]

>>12903606
kakto Gosho ot Pochivka bi kazal: hodi da qdesh golemite laina
puk i mi e vreme da si lqgam nali utre sum na uchilishte

>>12903606
>after I explained him in detail what was meant
You are the one who can't read and doesn't understand. All you've done is try to be condescending. Just please leave me alone.

[Anonymous No.12903747]

>>12903685
Tи cи живият пpимep зa бaйгaньoвщинaтa. Aйдe нa дoбъp път и лeкa нoщ.

[Anonymous No.12903751]

>>12903747
ms podobno

[Anonymous No.12903765]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXeUXmCV5IA

[Anonymous No.12903788]

>>12903000
wholesome trips

[Anonymous No.12903793]

any good japanese poetry? i'm learning japanese and i'd like to practice

[Anonymous No.12903796]

>>12901779
>Nothing wrong with having a sword.
mall ninja cringe

[Anonymous No.12903822]

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength 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.

[Anonymous No.12903857]

With your birth comes a solemn vow.
You will have nothing.
Your privilege is the dirt.
In the darkness, only ambition will guide you.
The oath you swear, the promises you make,
they are yours alone.
Your birthright, the losses you suffer.
Your entitlement, the pain you endure.
And when darkness finds you, you will face it alone.

[Anonymous No.12903962]

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
or cool one pain;
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Dickinson

[Anonymous No.12903970]

>>12903962
Dickinson who?

[Anonymous No.12903987]

>>12903970
Ah Emily dickinson.

[Anonymous No.12904244]

I recited invictus to myself when I was in the ambulance after having been hit by a car

[Anonymous No.12904387]

>>12904244
not gonna lie this is pretty badass. Probably a good way to make sure you don't pass out with a concussion as well.

[Anonymous No.12904858]

>>12903796
It is YOU who are cringe anon

[Anonymous No.12904871]

Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods