Poetry General

[Captain Beefheart !uhOiZbQAWE!!O5azeYuazS9 No.1643390]

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

[Anonymous No.1643394]

y u do dis ;_;

[Anonymous No.1643395]

>email field

[Deep&Edgy !pSkjEcB9sQ No.1643398]

derp

A Question - J. M. Synge

I asked if i got sick and died, would you
With my black funeral go, walking too,
If you'd stand close to hear them talk or pray
While I'm let down in that steep bank of clay.

And, No, you said, for if you saw a crew
Of living idiots pressing round that new
Oak coffin - they alive, I dead beneath
That board - you'd rave and rend them with your teeth.

[Anonymous No.1643407]

>>1643394

[Anonymous No.1643413]

>>1643407
y?
cheer up

[Captain Beefheart !uhOiZbQAWE!!O5azeYuazS9 No.1643421]

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.


>>1643394
>>1643395
>>1643407
>>1643413
If you're not going to contribute, please leave.

[Anonymous No.1643510]

Orange claw hammer
her peg legged father
cool water