/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.1556853]

Hey /lit/, a teacher who I liked very much passed away today in a freak car accident, ironically on the way home from a wake.

Any sad poems you could recommend? And none of that hope at the end shit like Death Be Not Proud, I'm not in the mood for some kind of "But wait there's more!" finishing couplet. Just something miserable.

[Anonymous No.1556861]

There's a poem about raging against dying. I think it's by Thomas Dylan or something.

[Anonymous No.1556863]

>>1556861

Is he related to Bob Dylan?

[Anonymous No.1556860]

Mourning the death of your teacher is selfish.

Get over yourself.

[Anonymous No.1556865]

roses are read
violets are blue
i dont give a fuck about your teacher
and fuck you

[Anonymous No.1556866]

I don't got a poem for you OP, but concerning the attitude of the thread atm, WH Auden's Musee ded Beaux Arts would be appropriate here.

[Anonymous No.1556882]

Charles Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil

open that book at random and enjoy.

[Anonymous No.1556893]

>I'm sad
>Please give me poems to read so that I won't get over it

How about go fuck yourself and get a grip on death.

[Anonymous No.1556899]

The kid's teacher's death has nothing to do with him.

I call fake mourning.

[Anonymous No.1556901]

>>1556853
that's not irony, it's just coincidence

[Anonymous No.1556902]

>>1556865
I'll admit that I laughed at this.

>>1556866
I appreciated it, and you're right hah, it was applicable.

>>1556882
I always feel like translated poems lose a bit of their magic, but I'll definitely look into it.

>>1556893
Seriously man, what's it like being the edgiest guy in the thread?

[Anonymous No.1556908]

>>1556899
I'll probably be over it in a few days. I'm not even out-of-control bawling right now or anything. I'm just a bit shocked from the sudden loss of someone I didn't expect to lose. And I cried a little bit, because really, what else can I do? (inb4 lol man the fuck up)

I'm sorry if that strikes you as fake.

[Anonymous No.1556925]

>>1556908
Yeah, YOU "lost" the person, right? Selfish idiot.

No. Just, no.

[Anonymous No.1556933]

>>1556925
the "no, just no" was unnecessary embellishment

keep trollin trollin trollin trollin

[Anonymous No.1556940]

>>1556861
It's Dylan Thomas and the poem is Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

[Anonymous No.1556943]

Death For Everyone - Bonnie "Prince" Billy
I See a Darkness - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

[Anonymous No.1557007]

Ecclesiastes 1
The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.

What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?

One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.

The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.

All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.

All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.

[Anonymous No.1557012]

>>1556943
That's the only album i like by him and i don't like it that much...truly sad music is "hives hives" or "suha" by Xiu Xiu

[Anonymous No.1557015]

http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=elcc

One of the great poems of the English language, really.

[Anonymous No.1557027]

Mid-Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble,"
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

- Seamus Heaney

[Anonymous No.1557030]

oh fuck, i needed this thread.
i've been trying to find a poem off and on for a long while, it carried this theme of an old man with a singing bird caged inside his heart which he drowned with smoke and whiskey.
but at nights he brings it out to hear its voice and weeps.
i think there was a documentary on the writer...anyone know it?
how retarded am i?

[Anonymous No.1557041]

"But Jesus said unto him, Follow me; and let the dead bury their dead."
Matthew 8:22

[Anonymous No.1557054]

>>1557030

pretty retarded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmWZOsVtqR0

[Anonymous No.1557073]

>>1557054
at least i love you.

[Anonymous No.1557075]

>>1557073

[Anonymous No.1557085]

>>1557073

forgot my pic

[Anonymous No.1557094]

Does slam poetry count? If so, extra props for this being "badass teacher" related:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qXgPfMGG8E

[Anonymous No.1557181]

John Donne - A Nocturne Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day

Most of T.S. Eliot