We don't talk about poetry enough.

[Anonymous No.17722618]

ITT Post your favorite short poems (under twenty lines)
Bonus points if it's a sonnet.
Extra bonus points if you tell us a little bit about it, or why you like it.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.17723048]

While it’s not my favorite, this is a good poem of Swinburne because it shows a lot of his common aesthetics.

Song before death

Sweet mother, in a minute's span
Death parts thee and my love of thee;
Sweet love, that yet art living man,
Come back, true love, to comfort me.
Back, ah, come back! ah wellaway!
But my love comes not any day.
As roses, when the warm West blows,
Break to full flower and sweeten spring,
My soul would break to a glorious rose
In such wise at his whispering.
In vain I listen; wellaway!
My love says nothing any day.
You that will weep for pity of love
On the low place where I am lain,
I pray you, having wept enough,
Tell him for whom I bore such pain
That he was yet, ah! wellaway!
My true love to my dying day.

[Anonymous No.17723198]

>>17722618
That is an exquisitely rare Chungus

[Anonymous No.17723247]

>>17722618
what does this pic even represent?

[Anonymous No.17723407]

>>17723247
It's the first scene of Ulysses.

[Anonymous No.17723493]

>>17722618
I had to translate a short poem for an exercise in Spanish class, so I picked Ogden Nash's 'The Turtle':

>The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
>Which practically conceal its sex
>I think it clever of the turtle
>In such a fix, to be so fertile

I'm not fluent in Spanish, so this is the best I could come up with:

>En caparazón tortuga alberga
>Que nadie vislumbra la verga
><<Mi pito yo no desencuevo>>
>¿¿¿De dónde vienen tantos huevos???

[Anonymous No.17723500]

>>17722618
its pronounce pottery

[Anonymous No.17723512]

>>17722618
Lovely Lady dressed in blue
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little boy,
Tell me what to say!

Did you lift Him up, sometimes,
Gently on your knee?
Did you sing to Him the way
Mother does to me?

Did you hold His hand at night?
Did you ever try
Telling stories of the world?
O! And did He cry?

Do you really think He cares
If I tell Him things -------
Little things that happen? And
Do the Angels' wings

Make a noise? And can He hear
Me if I speak low?
Does He understand me now?
Tell me -------for you know.

Lovely Lady dressed in blue -------
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little boy,
And you know the way.

I am not one to be religious but I think of it alot.

[Anonymous No.17723835]

i guess its a basic bitch choice for a favorite poem, but do not stand at my grave and weep has been my favorite ever since i first saw it.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

[Anonymous No.17723851]

>>17723493
Dangerously based. Ogden Nash is a gem.

[Anonymous No.17724681]

>>17723835
Based. You don't need to have exceedingly niche taste. anyone lived in a pretty how town is still my favorite four years after discovering it

[Anonymous No.17724945]

Horus the Saviour

“Horus the saviour, who was brought to birth
As light in heaven and sustenance on earth.
Horus in spirit, verily divine,
Who came to turn the water into wine.
Horus, who gave his life, and sowed the seed
For men to make the bread of life indeed.
Horus the comforter, who did descend
In human fashion as the heavenly friend.
Horus the word, the founder in his youth.
Horus, fulfiller as the word made truth.
Horus the lord and leader in the fight
Against the dark powers of the ancient night.
Horus the sufferer with his cross bowed down,
Who rose at Easter with his double crown.
Horus the pioneer, who paved the way
Of resurrection to eternal day.
Horus triumphant with the battle done,
Lord of two worlds, united and made one.”

— Gerald Massey

[Anonymous No.17726523]

>>17722618
>under twenty lines
Twenty exactly, but never mind. They're not very long lines. Best syllabic poem I've come across. (No fixed meter, but every line is 7 syllables, except the last line of each section, which is 6. There's one other 6-syllable line in there, which might just be a slip or might be intentional, but that's the basic pattern anyway.)

DT himself laughed about this poem and said it was a lie, because he did his work in the daytime like everyone else, but that doesn't matter. "Art is the lie that reveals the truth." — P. Picasso

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IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART
by Dylan Thomas

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

[Anonymous No.17726567]

>>17722618
No poem in my post, but this Buck Chungus got me good

[Anonymous No.17726900]

good thread
eugene lee-hamilton is the best sonneteer

The hollow sea-shell, which for years hath stood
On dusty shelves, when held against the ear
Proclaims its stormy parents; and we hear
The faint far murmur of the breaking flood.
We hear the sea. The sea? It is the blood
In our own veins, impetuous and near,
And pulses keeping pace with hope and fear
And with our feeling’s every shifting mood.

Lo, in my heart I hear, as in a shell,
The murmur of a world beyond the grave,
Distinct, distinct, though faint and far it be.
Thou fool; this echo is a cheat as well,—
The hum of earthly instincts; and we crave
A world unreal as the shell-heard sea.

[Anonymous No.17726912]

>>17726567
>No poem in my post, but this Buck Chungus got me good
yep, v stately