/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.19821618]

You have committed some poetry to memory right, Anon? Some Shakespeare perhaps? It would be very embarrassing if you haven't. Being able to recite poetry is an easy in with /lit/ women.

[Anonymous No.19821626]

uhhh i can do the tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow speech i guess

[Anonymous No.19821628]

>>19821618
Yes m'lady let me recite the entire western canon

[Anonymous No.19821629]

>Being able to recite poetry is an easy in with /lit/ women.

[Anonymous No.19821633]

Thread theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHoAQW_DBI4

[Anonymous No.19821635]

I
am
Wonder Mike

and I'm here to say Hello

To the black, to the white,
the red and the brown,
to the purple and yellow

But first I gotta, bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie

Let's rock, you don't stop

Rock the riddle that will make your body rock

Well, so - far - you've heard my voice,
but I brought two friends along

And next on the mic is my man Hank

Come on Hank, sing that song

[Anonymous No.19821642]

>>19821626
yeah thats all ive got to, but unfortunately its just doomer pussy repellent, we should add some R&J to our repertoire.

[Anonymous No.19821645]

>>19821618
The only /lit/ woman I've ever talked to was the most insufferable cunt. You actually want a normie woman for a gf and /lit/ friends.

[Anonymous No.19821647]

>>19821618
I can recite sonnet 18, 29 and 19 from memory.

>t. Spaniard

[Anonymous No.19821652]

Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than the silver bullet
Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin'
2 bitches, gon' and eat each other's pussy

Top chopped sent da car to the barbershop
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot
I'm so unorthodox, I got your bitch
Ridin' my dick wit no shocks
Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce

I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot
Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop
Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop

Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers pop
Real niggaz wit me ridin' till the motor stop
I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op
I got a couple like a coke top
Okay

[Anonymous No.19821662]

>>19821647
vocaroo it

[Anonymous No.19821688]

>>19821618
I can recite the Catalogue of Ships in Greek by heart

[Anonymous No.19821693]

There is literally nothing on the planet more cucked than impressing a girl by words some other cuck wrote. And if you think girls like it, you aren't gonna make it.

[Anonymous No.19821788]

>>19821618
no amount of poetry will outbalance the poor opinion I have of myself

[Anonymous No.19821823]

>>19821618
Yes. Worry about yourself, not me.

[Anonymous No.19821830]

>>19821693
>And if you think girls like it, you aren't gonna make it.

If you're attractive they'll like it. If you're physically repulsive it'll just reinforce their opinion that you're a weirdo.

[Anonymous No.19821833]

what are good poems to memorize? Something uplifting that will make me not want to an hero?

[Anonymous No.19821836]

My mother homeschooled me and forced me to memorize poetry by recitation, which trained my memory and had a huge impact on me for the rest of my life. Thanks Mom.

I forgot it all by now but I can rattle off fairly lengthy bits of what I hear word for word to this day.

[Anonymous No.19821858]

>>19821836
I was home schooled as well. My mom didn't make me memorize any poetry, but she made me write out sections of the gospel in Greek and memorize Bible verses. Moms are weird people sometimes.

[Anonymous No.19821887]

>>19821693
You're supposed to pretend you came up with it on the spot bro.

>>19821688
I'm actually jealous.

>>19821833
Two of Shakespeare's sonnets: one very popular one, and one that's not so popular so you don't look like a pleb.

[Anonymous No.19821898]

>>19821618
I can pull out the opening monologue to Romeo and Juliet pretty reliably
>Two houses, both alike in dignity
Etc etc

[Anonymous No.19822148]

>>19821618
>You have committed some poetry to memory right, Anon?

Of course I have:

Poo poo, pee pee, penis and vagina
Women with dicks and weak men with vaginas

[Anonymous No.19822171]

>>19821618
Who is saying this to me? Surely it's not this witchtok gothgirl who has not memorized a line of poetry in her life

[Anonymous No.19822190]

But of course I've committed poetry to memory. My poetry. I've pored and tinkered with some of my poems so long that they're engrained in memory. I care much more about my own creation than simply regurgitating the works of past men. Would you like to hear some of my work, m'lady muse?

[Anonymous No.19822193]

>>19821618
I can recite Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" by heart. This was my most impressive feat in High School, and made all the bitches in my english class drench their panties.

[Anonymous No.19822227]

I know saint crispin's day speech, parts of the lovesong of prufrock, parts of the seafarer by ezra pound and the albatross
Sometimes I just say parts of a poem out loud because I think it sounds funny

[Anonymous No.19822237]

>>19821618
i memorized a few lines of eliot’s wasteland years ago but i can’t remember them now

[Anonymous No.19822238]

>>19821618
>Being able to recite poetry is an easy in with /lit/ women.

That's wrong anon. The only "in" with /lit/ women is having a higher education than them and making more money.

[Anonymous No.19822252]

>>19821618
I basically know the entirety of the abridged version of the illiad by heart, Sorry if this isn't the poetry you wanted but frankly I don't care

[Anonymous No.19822270]

I have become nearly incapable of boredom after memorizing a lot of poetry, since whenever I have to wait and do nothing, I start internally reciting poetry and song lyrics. I recently spent a 2 hour flight quietly reciting poetry and humming to myself since I find it very hard to read with the cramped seats and the noise.

[Anonymous No.19822653]

>>19822252
like this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjRBDJkiRHs

[Anonymous No.19822657]

>>19822270
pretty based my man

[Anonymous No.19822666]

In days of old when knights were bold
And toilets weren't invented
They dropped their load
In the middle of the road
And walked away contented.

[Anonymous No.19822668]

I feel sad about a girl, give me some poetry please lit bros.

[Anonymous No.19822673]

>>19822668
macbeth

[Anonymous No.19822674]

I have Byron's "So We'll Go No More A-Roving" memorized. I also have several speeches and soliloquies from Shakespeare memorized. I really want to memorize "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" from Macbeth.

[Anonymous No.19822684]

>>19822674
do it

[Anonymous No.19822686]

I have been working on committing The Kalevala to memory. It started out very slow but things are starting to speed up and it is no longer just a few more lines here and there each time I work at it, it is large chunks falling into place. Not sure why I am doing this, think I was just curious to see if I could memorize it all.

[Anonymous No.19822705]

>>19821618
I memorized the first 52 lines of the Iliad in Greek. I have no training in Greek, but as I became intimate with the flow of epic hexameter, no translation would suffice any longer. I happen to think that Lattimore is thoroughly overrated. Lattimore's Iliad is suitable for academic purposes, but who reads Homer for that?

[Anonymous No.19823214]

>>19821618
I've memorized several poems by Georg Trakl (in German), Emily Dickinson, and W.B. Yeats. About 10 total poems. It's an autistic hobby of mine.

[Anonymous No.19823260]

I was hitting it off with this cute art-hoe and she asked me to recite a poem. I just rattled of the only one I've memorized. She said she was going to the bathroom and never came back? Did I get too many of the lines wrong? This is how I remember it:
>When long ago the gods created earth
>In joves fair image man was shaped at birth
>The beasts for lesser part were next designed
>Yet were they too remote from humankind
>To fill the gap and join the ranks of man
>The Olympian host conceived a clever plan
>A best they wrought in semi-human figure
>Filled the thing with vice and called it the nigger

[Anonymous No.19823269]

>>19821618
I am memorizing the entire Qur'an.

[Anonymous No.19823279]

Then out spoke brave Horatius
the captain of the gate
to all who walk upon this earth
death commeth soon or late
and how can man die better
than facing fearful odds
to guard the ashes of his fathers
and the temples of his gods

[Anonymous No.19823304]

>>19823260
Based

[Anonymous No.19823401]

>>19821618
Me in the back

[Anonymous No.19823425]

>>19822238
>having a higher education than them and making more money.
Scratch the first part and you are correct

[Anonymous No.19823478]

>>19821618
I have my favorite poem memorized and girls love when I recite it:

The poor nigger on the wall. Look at him.

Look at the poor nigger. Look at the poor nigger... on... the...wall

Fuck him... Fuck the nigger on the wall.

Black man...is...de...debil

[Anonymous No.19823526]

>>19823260
last line is incorrect

[Anonymous No.19824263]

>>19821618
Here I sit
Broken-hearted
Came to shit
only farted :(

[Anonymous No.19824285]

the tiger
he destroyed his cage
yes
YES
the tiger is out

[Anonymous No.19824309]

>>19821618
I have memorized Keats, Yates, Whitman, passages of Mortissier, and Shakespeare.
I will never recite it to foids. they don't deserve it.
I recite it to myself when I'm walking and it gives me great joy.
What I do, I do for myself alone.

[Anonymous No.19824321]

>>19821618
The world shall spin forevermore,
Into infinity
And so it seems, that I as well
Shall spin infinitely

[Anonymous No.19824332]

>>19824309
That's some truly terrible taste, are you 50?

[Anonymous No.19824357]

>>19821618
I know exactly one poem by memory:

When Adam awoke,
Day by day
He always used to say,
Oh, this is very nice

Then Eve, from scenes of bliss
Transported him for life
The more I think of this,
The more I beat my wife.

[Anonymous No.19824497]

>>19821618
I know some of the psalms in Latin, Greek, French and learning Hebrew.
In English the only one committed to memory is The Creation of Niggers

[Anonymous No.19824528]

>>19821642
>but unfortunately its just doomer pussy repellent
So true.

[Anonymous No.19824530]

>>19821618
I have not talked to a woman IRL in 13 years.

[Anonymous No.19824576]

>>19824263
but one day
i took my chance
tried to fart
but shit my pants

[Anonymous No.19824622]

>>19821618
WHAT THE FUCK GUYS THERE IS CIA IN THE BACKGROUND

[Anonymous No.19825274]

>>19821618
My name is Jafar
I come from afar
There's bombs in my car
Allah Akbar

[Anonymous No.19825289]

>>19821618
I've memorized the to be or not to be and rogue and peasant slave soliloquies

[Anonymous No.19826441]

First I let my wheels spin then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall
Then I pimp a hoe Take a bitch to Berlin
My bitch break niggas after that we fuck they girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind
Nigga it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Benz, cockin' hammer, Arm and Hammer propaganda
Bitches think I'm pimpin' in linen and Salamander sandals
Dirty South hot 'cause Atlanta, show niggas with ammo
We ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, out the channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Donut Dunkin', bitch, I ride glazed on the Haze
Gator green Chevy, gator guts, Alligator J's

[Anonymous No.19826465]

>>19821618
I know Yeats' An Irish Airman foresees his Death by heart and some loose bits and pieces of longer works. That's it. I should probably memorise more.

[Anonymous No.19826518]

This was the first poem that made me cry and got me into poetry. I recite it from memory.


No specious splendour of this stone
Endears is to my memory ever.
With lustre only once it shone
And blushes modest as the giver.

Some who may sneer at friendship's ties
Hath, for my weakness, oft reproved me.
But still the simple gift I prize
For I am sure the giver loved me.

He offered it with downcast look
As fearful that I might refuse it;
I told him when the gift I took
My only fear should be to lose it.

The pledge attentively I viewed.
And sparkling as I held it near,
Methought one drop the stone bedewed,
And ever since I've loved a tear.

Still, to adorn his humble youth
Nor wealth nor birth their pleasures yield.
But he who seeks the flowers of truth
Must quit the garden for the field.

Tis not the plant upreared in sloth
Which beauty shows and sheds perfume
The flowers which yield the most of both
In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.

Had fortune aided nature's care
For once forgetting to be blind
His would have been an ample share
If well proportioned to his mind.

But had the goddess clearly seen
His form had fixed her fickle breast
And all her charms would his have been
And none remained to give the rest.

[Anonymous No.19826529]

>>19821618
ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO TROIAE QUI PRIMUS AB ORIS
Ītaliam, fātō profugus, Lāvīniaque vēnit
lītora, multum ille et terrīs iactātus et altō
vī superum saevae memorem Iūnōnis ob īram;
multa quoque et bellō passus, dum conderet urbem,
inferretque deōs Latiō, genus unde Latīnum,
Albānīque patrēs, atque altae moenia Rōmae.

Mūsa, mihī causās memorā, quō nūmine laesō,
quidve dolēns, rēgīna deum tot volvere cāsūs
īnsīgnem pietāte virum, tot adīre labōrēs
impulerit. Tantaene animīs caelestibus īrae?

Urbs antīqua fuit, Tyriī tenuēre colōnī,
Karthāgō, Ītaliam contrā Tiberīnaque longē
ōstia, dīves opum studiīsque asperrima bellī,
quam Iūnō fertur terrīs magis omnibus ūnam
posthabitā coluisse Samō; hīc illius arma,
hīc currus fuit; hōc rēgnum dea gentibus esse,
sī quā Fāta sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque.
Prōgeniem sed enim Trōiānō ā sanguine dūcī
audierat, Tyriās olim quae verteret arcēs;
hinc populum lātē regem bellōque superbum
ventūrum excidiō Libyae: sīc volvere Parcās.
Id metuēns, veterisque memor Sāturnia bellī,
prīma quod ad Trōiam prō cārīs gesserat Argīs—
necdum etiam causae īrārum saevīque dolōrēs
exciderant animō: manet altā mente repostum
iūdicium Paridis sprētaeque iniūria fōrmae,
et genus invīsum, et raptī Ganymēdis honōrēs.
Hīs accēnsa super, iactātōs aequore tōtō
Trōas, rēliquiās Danaum atque immītis Achillī, 30
arcēbat longē Latiō, multōsque per annōs
errābant, āctī Fātīs, maria omnia circum.
Tantae mōlis erat Rōmānam condere gentem!

[Anonymous No.19826904]

>>19821618
Yuh, ooh, brr, brr
Gucci gang, ooh
(That's it right there, Gnealz)
Yuh, Lil Pump, yuh
Gucci gang, ooh
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Yuh, brr
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh)
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Anonymous No.19826916]

>>19823260
She probably came in her panties and went to the bathroom to clean up, then became so embarrassed she just left.

[Anonymous No.19826922]

>>19826904
Kek

[Anonymous No.19826929]

Pretty woman walkin' down the street

Pretty woman the kind I like to meet

Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth

No one could look as good as you, mercy

[Anonymous No.19826957]

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

[Anonymous No.19826967]

Be not a niggard of thy speech

[Anonymous No.19826970]

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who's dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin
While wiping his chin
"If my ear were a cunt, I'd fuck it."

[Anonymous No.19827046]

>>19821618
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't touch my riches!
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches!
BIGGIE SMALLZZZZ, the millionaire, the mansion, the YACHT
The two weed SPOTS, the two HAWT GLAWCKS
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot!
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lammmmbsbread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Chriss-miss
I tote GUNZZZ, I make numbah runs
I give emcees the runs drippin';
when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slAY from far awAY
EVERYBODY HIT THE D-E-C-K
My slooooow flooooows remarkableeee
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells!
Oh my God, I'm droppin' shit like a pigeon!
I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at they christenin
So you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your FUCKIN SHIT SPILL!
And I'm talkin' bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it!
Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin' you off somethin' propah
Signin' off is the hardcore rap singer
a.k.a. crack slinger, BRING IT ANY TIME NIEEEGHA!

COME OOONNN MOTHAFUCKAS COME ON
COME OOONNN MOTHAFUCKAS COME ON
COME OOONNN MOTHAFUCKAS COME ON
COME OOONNN MOTHAFUCKAS COME ON

[Anonymous No.19827058]

To be or not to be, that is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind to shffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing, end them
To die, to sleep. No more. And by a sleep we say end
the heartaches and thousand natural thoughts that the flesh is heir to. Tis a consumation devoutly to be wished
To die, to sleep - aye, there's the rub
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
must give us pause. There's the respect
that makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the oppresor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and
that patient merit which the unworthy takes
When he himself might his quietus make with his bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a wearly life
but that the fear of something after death, the undiscovered country
from whose bourne no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to those we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied oer with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry,
and lose the name of action.

rate how i did /lit/
sorry for the normie choice

[Anonymous No.19827069]

>>19827058
read it out loud to us and then I will judge

[Anonymous No.19827638]

>>19821618
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
o menel palan-díriel,
le nallon sí di'nguruthos!
A tiro nin, Fanuilos!

[Anonymous No.19827654]

>>19827046
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETfiUYij5UE&t=323s

[Anonymous No.19827670]

roses are red
violets ... ummm... how did it go again? hold on a minute just give me a sec where was I again oh right violets uhhhhh... you know what my brain's stuck I'll figure it out later, anyway you were saying?

[Anonymous No.19827687]

>>19827670
roses are red
voilets aren't blue
let me see
from where you poo

[Anonymous No.19828027]

>>19821618
Modern arthoes have forgotten the craft, have abandoned the former pillars of their trade. They don't want to hear poetry recited from memory, they don't want to hear a deep and concise character profiles of the protagonist of your existential novella. They want to know that you're reading the right books, that you reject the premise that you're capable of interpreting Ngeti Ngomumbo's shortlisted novel about colonialization.
Arthoes have lost their way.

[Anonymous No.19829036]

I can recite the first 76 lines of The Wasteland. I gave up when I got to A Game Of Chess, but I'll give it another go eventually.

[Anonymous No.19829063]

To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour

[Anonymous No.19829083]

>>19827638
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a case in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.
Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.'
'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
Tinbone! Thinbone!

[Anonymous No.19829088]

Letter in Icelandic from the Ninette San, by John K. Samson
You'll recall from the sagas, I hope, Grettir's last stand at Drangey
How his grip on his sword made his enemies cut off his hand
If he'd fled here instead and had tasted this terrible coffee
Or read these letters you sent, he'd surrender and lay the blade down

And it's Halloween
Skinny ghosts dress like cowboys and rest
At the railing by my door
On their way from the children's ward

Bev Monro and his Pembina Valley Boys play at the party
And I practice my English on nurses: "Oh, that's a nice name"
And they may ask for mine, but the burns on my back from the x-rays say I shouldn't show anyone anything ever again

In another year
I'll be buried or shivering here
Coughing at that gray spittoon
Painted orange by the harvest moon

Pack up mother's clothes
Drive her down to the new Betel Home
Sell the boat to Arnason, and then go

Stand up straight
In the place you're longing for
And don't write to me anymore

[Anonymous No.19829131]

>be me
>be a smug asshole charlatan
>have access to thousands and thousands of poems
>decide to memorize the Waste Land of all things
Bros... do you think Thomas Stearns will get the babes to drip drop drip drop drop drop drop their panties?
Also trying to memorize the entirety of Hamlet at the moment 'cuz why not. Currently on 1.4.

[Anonymous No.19829667]

Sometimes I recite Poe when I'm drunk
Only sometimes

[Anonymous No.19830731]

>>19821618
Aga Ymeri na u martue,
sall nji nate ma s'ndeje me grue,
kane ardhe letrat per me shkue,
per me shkue n'at t'zeze ushtri,
per me shkue e mos me ardhe
per me mbete nana pa djale,
per me mbete gjogu pa zot,
per me mbete sarajet shkret.
"lamtumire, nane e babe,
lumtumire, shoke e kumbar,
lamtumire, ti vasha e ime,
A m'ep bese, vashe, sa po m'pret?"
"un po t'pres-o per nande dit"
"t'u thaft goja shka po flet.
...
It's too long to write down here, about 150 lines but I've got the whole thing in my head. It's a story about a dude who get drafted the day after his marriage and got captured a prisoner of war for nine years and how he came back.

Here's another one:
Kendon blega, zane ne mal,
mendon se s'po nien kush,
gjith ushtija p'e ndigjon!
sa mire blega po kendon!
"Kush asht trim e kush asht djale,
per m'e xane blegen ne mal?"
Gjon Partika, trim i mire,
nodhi trim e nodhi djale,
aj edhe e xu blegen n mal,
per floksh, po e hieke rrshane.
"Mos hiq tirm, o i pagane,
se as un nuk e shkrete,
por e kam o nji vella."
"ku e ke?--he mos e pac."
"ne ushtri e kam diku"
"emenit o si ti thone"
"emenit mi thone Gjon,
Aj ka shenja per tu njofte,
gjashte gishta ne nji dore,
edhe gjashte ne nji kambe"
"A je ti Fasile moter?"
"Une jam o Gjon vella"
Edhe u kapen gryka-m'grykas,
porsi motra me vellan.
Ku ra Gjoni bini ftoni
aty cili lule ftoni.
ku ra blega bini shega
aty cili lule shega.

I also know a hymn to saint Joseph:
Dear guardian of Mary, dear nurse of her Child,
Life's ways are full weary, the desert is wild.
bleak sands are all round us, no home can we see
sweet spouse of Our Lady, we lean upon thee.
for thou to the pilgrim art father and guide,
and Jesus and Mary felt safe at thy side,
Ah blessed saint Joseph, how safe would I be,
Sweet spouse of Our Lady, if thou wert with me.

Also:
There once was a man from peru,
who dreamt he was eating his shoe,
he woke with a fright in the middle of the night,
to find that his dream had become true

It took a while for me to recall the second to last one but that is basically all the poestry that I have memorized.

[Anonymous No.19830831]

>>19830731
Funny seeing another albo in here lmao

[Anonymous No.19830838]

>>19821618
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”


>flips jane over to make her drink her own throw up
>who could have done this

[Anonymous No.19830863]

Dr Pavel, I'm CIA

[Anonymous No.19830931]

Glad to see other people are doing this. I have a bunch of stuff memorized, even in languages I don't speak, but through careful listening and repetition I got my accent very convincing

[Anonymous No.19830963]

>>19821618
Ich a3h viel n2h4, mach ich due qug3bzu
Profanes nur sehen sie zur tagrszeit
Doch wrnnich schlaf we scheinst Im Traum mir du
Traums dunkehell erhellt die dunkelhekz
Du dessen schätzen Schatten Licht macht sag
Was zeigt dein Schatten old für bilderwelt?
Du mehr Licht bist als der Tag bei tag
Wenn schon Dein Schatten so den Blick ethellt

Wie sga ich müsst mein Blick erleuchtet sein könnt ich dich sehen bei Tages wachem licbt
Wenn schon bei Nacht dein dunkler Schatten heim durch schlaf zum blinden Auge bahn sich bricbt

Tag wird wie Nacht mir
Kann ich dich nicht sehen
Doch Nacht wird Tag lässt Traum dein Bild erstehen

Shakesprar

[Anonymous No.19831105]

>>19821645
I love my /lit/ girlfriend

[Anonymous No.19831128]

>>19821618
Zwei Ochsen disputierten sich
auf einem Hofe fürchterlich
Sie waren beide zornigen Blutes
und in der Hitze des Disputes
Hat einer von ihnen, wutentbrannt
den anderen einen Esel genannt.
Da Esel ein Tusch ist bei Ochsen
mussten sich die beiden John Bully boxen

Auf selbigem Hofe zur selbigen Zeit
gerieten auch zwei Esel in Streit
Und heftig stritten die beiden Langohren
bis einer so sehr die Geduld verloren
daß er ein wildes IAHHH ausstieß
und den anderen einen Ochsen hieß
Ihr wisst, ein Esel fühlt sich touchiert
wenn man ihn Ochse tituliert
Ein Zweikampf, die beiden stießen
sich mit den Köpfen, mit den Füßen
gaben sich manchen Tritt in den Podex
wie es gebiete der Ehre Kodex

Und die Moral von der Geschicht?
Ich glaub es gibt Fälle
wo unvermeidbar sind die Duelle
Schlagen muss sich der Student
den man einen dummen Jungen nennt

[Anonymous No.19831834]

I've memorized a lot of passages from the odyssey like hacia adentro camina y en tu ánimo nada temas, pues un hombre audaz en cualquier ocasión resulta mejor, aunque de otra parte viniera. or a bit before that one the part when he presents himself to Nausicaa and is compared to a mountain-bred lion. but they're just things I say to myself.
I know by heart a few poems by Borges but they're not something I'd recite to a girl.
The only love poem I've happened to learn is a un ruiseñor by gabriel bocángel. I'd recite it to a girl but even tho I don't date much, I've never dated a girl that actually reads. my 2nd and last long term relationship said she did read but she'd just post pics of a couple books (which I suspect were old gifts from some other guy(s)) on instagram along with a coffee cup or shit like that.

[Anonymous No.19831889]

>>19821635
Nigger faggot

[Anonymous No.19831933]

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost

[Anonymous No.19831940]

>>19821618
No, but I did memorize the Turkish Revelry, which I think counts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hdpe7WgEwX4&ab_channel=LoudonWainwrightIII-Topic

[Anonymous No.19831958]

I am memorizing poems and outlines of books to be able to rewrite them and present them as my own when shit hits the fan and our civilization declines. The world shall hear of the Great Anonymous - author of Beowulf, Iliad, Romeo and Juliet, Wealth of Nations, Two Treatises on Government, Electromagnetic Physics, Linear Algebra Done Right etc.

[Anonymous No.19831964]

Yo
I got a name for all my guns
I nickname 'em ya dig?
Qadir
[Hook]
I got a nickname for all my guns
A Desert Eagle that I call Big Pun
A two shot that I call 2Pac
And a dirty pistol that love to crew hop
My TEC-9 Ima call T-Pain
My 3 inch snub Ima call Lil Wayne
Machine gun name Missy so loud
It go hee-hee.. hee-hee-hehehehe-blaw
I ain't a tag popper (No)
Or a collar popper
I pop cops case sound like a helicopter (blaw)
Bullets move like a G4
Hit 'em four-four with the impact of C4 (yeah)
I bang out change you route give you detours
Walk in my shoes guaranteed to make your feet sore
My P80 make you do three eighties
Straight jacket on my block cause I drive the street crazy
Qadir
I'm about to blow up
Peter Pan Baby 9 it'll never grow up
If I ever catch a body I never throw up (no)
That's DNA on the crime scene over for ya (yeah)
If you dudes got ice that's really nice
Got my Mossberg shotty that I call Kelly Price (a big girl)
Here to sing you a gospel
If you niggas is hostile
Firearm might fuck up your posture (ouch)
And you know I got the TEC with the inf
Take your diamonds and pearls with my pump named Prince
Keep the leather glove no hints
Cops come calm down case closed no prints (sorry)
You haters won't make to the mornin'
So much heat it could cause global warmin' (it's gettin' hot)
And you know I keep the room for something foreign
So when you hear shots just know it's not a warnin'
[Hook]
I got a nickname for all my guns
A Desert Eagle that I call Big Pun
A two shot that I call 2Pac
And a dirty pistol that love to crew hop
My TEC-9 Ima call T-Pain
My 3 inch snub Ima call Lil Wayne
Machine gun name Missy so loud
It go hee-hee.. hee-hee-hehehehe-blaw

[Anonymous No.19832214]

>>19822148
based filthy frank poster

[Anonymous No.19832234]

>>19821618
i can do sonnet 18, the daffodils by wordsworth, dulce et decorum est by wilfred owen, and a few more, am i lit

[Anonymous No.19832302]

Essential modern British poetry:

Bro put a box in draws, 35s and scores
Phone man if you want that
Don't talk like you're bad, you ain't on that
Combat, juice gon' spill like Cognac
Whip that shit, don’t stop 'til I lock that
Heard there's a mash on sale, man cop that
Verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that
Back out the mash and drop that, shot that
If you want Buju, man got that
Ban and TT smash it and dot that, chop that
Countryside, where the gwops at
Jump in pics, you ain't bro, man, crop that
No whip, then pedal bike risk it, he flipped it
Back out my shank and dip it, ballistic
Push in my shank and twist it
Pebs in cling, that’s Oreo biscuits
Man's machine coming with lead
Misch and mash for the bread
This grey ting's way too fast
Bitch, pull up your drawers, I only want head
Man put dick down in her neck-neck
Bore tongue, that's the best
Ejaculate in her mouth
Or pull out, ejaculate on her breast

[Anonymous No.19832344]

>>19821635
based wonder mike

[Anonymous No.19832376]

Into my heart an air that kills
from yon far country blows
What are those blue remembered hills?
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again

Can't believe I got it from an RLM meme video which in turn got it from some australian movie

[Anonymous No.19833204]

>>19830838
Me too. Based.

[Anonymous No.19833220]

>>19821635
>i'll sing a song from 40+ years ago
>bitches love songs from 40+ years ago

[Anonymous No.19833364]

>>19821618
>all these morons posting rap songs and thinking its funny or original

[Anonymous No.19833380]

>>19833364
I know that I shall meet my fame
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

[Anonymous No.19833395]

>>19833380
>fame
Honest slip of the finger. Should be fate.

[Anonymous No.19833443]

>>19821618
Žaislinis, o gal nežaislinis
Gyveno prie upės kikilis
Tupėjo medely kikilis
Visais ir viskuo nusivylęs
Tik kartą snapelį nusvilęs,
O jau visu kuo nusivylęs

[Anonymous No.19833552]

>>19833380

thank you for making this thread better

[Anonymous No.19835161]

I have a poetry request, I have forgotten the name of a poem and the only line I remember brings up random books on Google.

It was by a Spanish poet who was living in and wrote the poem in England either at the end of the 19th century or the beginning of the 20th. It's about fog or mist and it ends with the line "everything is luminous everything is grey".

Does anyone know who this is?

[Anonymous No.19835185]

Imagine not even knowing Pound's China Cantos by heart...it made me the man I am.

[Anonymous No.19835207]

>>19821618
Only Psalms

[Anonymous No.19836598]

>>19821618
>some poetry
>some
No. I can recite If by Rudyard Kipling, and that's all I need.

[Anonymous No.19836754]

>>19821618
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You look kinda cute
Let me fuck you

[Anonymous No.19836763]

>>19821618
Is you don't have Ozymandias down pat, you're ngmi

[Anonymous No.19837170]

>>19821618
Gents, what are some good poems to memorize to impress people?

[Anonymous No.19837185]

>>19824285
ygmi

[Anonymous No.19837210]

>>19821618
það mælti mín móðir
að mér skildi kaupa
fley og fagrar árar
fara á brott með víkingum
standa upp í stafni
stýra dýrum knerri
halda svá til hafnar
höggva mann og annan

[Anonymous No.19837599]

>>19821618
In Islamic society, you can recite the Qur'an from memory as a dowry(mahr) to the woman's father to let her marry you

[Anonymous No.19837648]

>>19821618
I have Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 memorized and Shelley's Ozymandias. I want to memorize another of Shakespeare's sonnets, but I don't know which one yet.

[Anonymous No.19838026]

i can recite the first 50 lines of the iliad from memory in greek. not really a great party trick though, if nobody else knows greek i might as well just make it up.

[Anonymous No.19838109]

>>19821618

Those men of which are interested in the arts, although not gay or “wanting to be a woman” in a literal sense, may have the intuitive thought that they are feminine, and those men may become aware of this via the alarming discovery of their emotions and the immediately following thought that it is an emotional prison being neglected. Which a lot of men today otherwise seem to not have or simply not have the time to delve into that Pandoras Box at all.
Dangerous in fact because to be an ideal man is without "need", precisely women's affection. Which becomes a downward spiral of desperation that cannot be easily reached out of.
Women have built a society wherein they are a byword for "abundance" and for men "scarcity".
Do not be confused however, although poetry, the arts and "fun" is appreciated by women, it is merely the act of ingesting that they enjoy, and not the dialogue. In fact the most you will ever see of any woman's receptiveness is, "You may kiss me", in other words, "You may continue to feed me your love". They are simply incapable of giving. Giving perhaps, at occasion, students the literature of a few men who seem aware of this relationship, yet scarcely more.
A man who recognises his feminine urge to be "reciprocated" (you should realise how insane this sounds, and yet it is true)
is immediately met with the mirage in the desert head on.
You picture yourself with your to-be-wife,
she pictures herself enjoying herself being enjoyed, you are simply not even there.
If this is properly recognised, the impetus to work and many other such things would come crashing down, and so in a way, men are kept in the allegory of the cave, being told they are being recepted, far away from the truth, their gifts are merely taken, just as a gold necklace is given as a purchase and not a gift.
And so the feminine mind suddenly veers to the other, radical side of thought. That women are like global bankers, or dragons, hoarding up all of the pleasure-able virtues, for fear that a future coin will be stripped from their enjoyment, and the men are convinced that "emotions weren't worth much anyway" and told to watch Football, perhaps via other men who have unconsciously given up trying.
And so in many ways, a man’s work unconsciously becomes his Frankenstein’s mistress, which is constructed as a more-able woman of sorts, perversely made by him to receive the loss of appraisal he suspects, and yet still unable to replicate what the woman is able to afford but is not willing to do. Dressing up nice, going to bars, sitting, ordering a drink, saying hellos, saying goodbyes, until the end.

[Anonymous No.19838180]

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

[Anonymous No.19838562]

>>19837599
would be the most based religion in the world if they didn't have such an awful way of dealing with art and a lot of the men are degenerates when away from home, kind of hypocritical.

[Anonymous No.19838578]

>>19838026
If you did that to me at a party I'd suck your dick, honestly.

[Anonymous No.19838654]

>>19823279
I recited this in the locker room before a football game in high-school. Looking back, it's one of the cringery things I did then, but I don't regret it, because the run out to the field felt like the beginning of the Siege of Troy.

[Anonymous No.19838914]

>>19838578
well hopefully our paths cross!

[Anonymous No.19838968]

>>19823260
kek

[Anonymous No.19839147]

>>19821618
11 poems memorized, the longest one:
https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/old_issue

my favourite to recite is the angels' section in Faust, Prologue in Heaven

[Anonymous No.19839393]

>>19821618
When I was 6, my grandmother made me learn a poem for my other grandmother which was called Margarita and had her birthday in a few days, the poem goes like this (in Spanish):

Margarita,
está linda la mar,
y el viento
lleva esencia sutil de azahar.
Yo siento en el alma
una alondra cantar:
tu acento.
Margarita,
te voy a contar un cuento.

Éste era un rey que tenía
un palacio de diamantes,
una tienda hecha del día
y un rebaño de elefantes,
un quiosco de malaquita
y un gran manto del tisú,
y una gentil princesita,
tan bonita, Margarita,
tan bonita como tú.

Una tarde la princesa
vio una estrella aparecer
la princesa era traviesa
y la quiso ir a coger.
La quería para hacerla
decorar un prendedor
con un verso, una perla,
una pluma y una flor.

Las princesas primorosas
se parecen mucho a tí.
Cortan lirios, cortan rosas,
cortan astros; son así.

Pues se fue la niña bella
bajo el cielo y sobre el mar
a buscar la blanca estrella
que la hacía suspirar.
Y siguió camino arriba
por la luna y más allá
más lo malo es que ella iba
sin permiso del papá.

Cuando estuvo ya de vuelta
de los parques del señor
se miraba toda envuelta
en un dulce resplandor.

Y el rey dice: «¿Qué te has hecho?
Te he buscado y no te hallé.
¿Y qué tienes en el pecho
que encendido se te ve?»
La princesa no mentía
y así dijo la verdad:
«Fui a buscar la estrella mía
a la azul inmensidad.»
Y el rey clama: «¿No te he dicho
que el azul no hay de tocar?
¡Qué locura, qué capricho!
El señor se va a enojar.»

Y dice ella: «No hubo intento.
Yo me fui, no sé por qué.
Por las olas y en el viento
fui a la estrella y la corté.»
Y el papá dice enojado:
«Un castigo has de tener.
Vuelve al cielo y lo robado
vas ahora a devolver.»

La princesa se entristece
por su dulce flor de luz
cuando entonces aparece
sonriendo el buen Jesús;
y así dice: «En mis campiñas
esa rosa le ofrecí,
son mis flores de la niñas
que al soñar piensan en mí.
¿Viste el rey ropas brillantes
y luego hace desfilar
cuatrocientos elefantes
a la orilla de la mar?»

La princesita está bella
pues ya tiene el prendedor
en que lucen con la estrella:
verso, perla, pluma y flor.

Margarita,
está linda la mar
y el viento
lleva esencia sutil de azahar:
tu aliento.
Ya que lejos de ti vas a estar,
guarda niña un gentil pensamiento
del que algún día te quiso contar
un cuento.

[Anonymous No.19839703]

>>19838109
is this a poem or what

[Anonymous No.19839955]

>>19838562
>degenerates when away from home
What are you on about? A man can have 4 wives+female servants, that's plenty enough to keep his coom in check.

[Anonymous No.19839973]

>>19839955
you'd think wouldn't ya? It ain't so however

[Anonymous No.19839984]

>>19821618
Why yes, I can recite Eminem's "Just Lose It" by heart, how could you tell?

[Anonymous No.19840132]

>>19821618
i saw a black person today
lol, person
i mean nigger
though black nigger would be redundant
so perhaps just nigger would suffice
he was very smelly and aggressive
it depressed me to look upon him
i wish i was carrying today
so i could shoot that monkey