/lit/ - Literature

[Truman Capote !!cO9KVBDtkqQ No.2404464]

Give me your best/favourite Valentine's Day poem, /v/.

Vocaroo is encouraged.

Show me how romantic you are.

[Anonymous No.2404467]

Roses are red
I don't love you
Fuck off.

Guarantees bitches.

[Anonymous No.2404469]

>>2404467

get hitches, fuck bitches

[Anonymous No.2404470]

John Berryman - Dream Song 255

My twin, the nameless one, wild in the woods
whilst I at Pippin’s court flourish, am knighted:
we met & fighted
on a red road, made friends, and all my goods
now are half his. I pull this out of the past,
St. Valentine’s forecast.

Trim, the complex lace, whitest on red:
my baby’s kindergarten had a ball
save one got none at all
& tears, like those for the Roman martyr shed
& the bishop of Terni who suffered the same day,
so the ancient writers say.

I say, said Henry (all degrees of love
from sky-blue down to spiriting blood, down to
the elder from the new.
loom sanctuaries we are pilgrims of,
the pierced heart over there seems to be mine)
this is my Valentine.

[Anonymous No.2404480]

COME, madam, come, all rest my powers defy ;
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe ofttimes, having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing, though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glittering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopp'd there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed-time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with your wiry coronet, and show
The hairy diadems which on you do grow.
Off with your hose and shoes ; then softly tread
In this love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Revealed to men ; thou, angel, bring'st with thee
A heaven-like Mahomet's paradise ; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite ;
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

[Anonymous No.2404482]

>>2404480

Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O, my America, my Newfoundland,
My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd,
My mine of precious stones, my empery ;
How am I blest in thus discovering thee !
To enter in these bonds, is to be free ;
Then, where my hand is set, my soul shall be.
Full nakedness ! All joys are due to thee ;
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's ball cast in men's views ;
That, when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul might court that, not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus array'd.
Themselves are only mystic books, which we
—Whom their imputed grace will dignify—
Must see reveal'd. Then, since that I may know,
As liberally as to thy midwife show
Thyself ; cast all, yea, this white linen hence ;
There is no penance due to innocence :
To teach thee, I am naked first ; why then,
What needst thou have more covering than a man?

—To His Mistress Going to Bed, John Donne

[Anonymous No.2404483]

Bumping for cute girl's voices.

[Anonymous No.2404495]

>>2404483

/lit/

[Anonymous No.2404521]

Body of woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look yourself like a world in your attitude of surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depths of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me
and the night enveloped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged to you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Ah those goblets of the chest! Ah those eyes of absence!
Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your voice slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my unbounded desire, my uncertain road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst follows,
and tiredness follows, and the infinite ache.

[Anonymous No.2404549]

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0h7tZlNSfhc

[Anonymous No.2404554]

>>2404549

[Anonymous No.2404561]

>>2404549

Oh Grandma, I love you, too. But why are you on /lit/?

[Anonymous No.2404568]

>>2404549
wow i didnt know we had 70 year old ladies browsing lit!
nice to meet you!

[Anonymous No.2404602]

>>2404464
Roses are red
your eyes might be blue
I'm not sure yet
I've just started stalking you

[Anonymous No.2404621]

>>2404549
>>2404568
>>2404561

If your gramma sounds like that, I got news for you son. She's a dude.

[Anonymous No.2404622]

This one never fails with the bitches

Roses are Red, Violets are blue
Get in the van, I've got a knife.

[Anonymous No.2404634]

I wrote a valentine sonnet:

Rough magic for man's spellings must suffice
on moonlit height, in secret, and alone
the throat, the blade, the blood of sacrifice
must conjure his stark prayer to silent stone
a woman's sorceries are subtler things
dumb suppers, petal-oracles and sighs
enchantments writ on promises and rings
epithalamion and lullabies
For love alone it seems a futile end
discrepant supplications to beguile
and join that which seems best disposed to rend
and such diverse rogation reconcile
But cupids bolts contrive to hearts combine
contrary pleas, in single valentine.

[Anonymous No.2404639]

My anus is purple
Your face is blue
Give me a hug
And I'll shit all over you.

[Anonymous No.2404652]

>>2404634

Quite liked the meditative tone of the poem; a tad cynical for what I relate to poetry. I take it you like the metaphysical poets, who "conjoin'd" rhetoric with a more pragmatic Ovidian seduction verse. Argumentative, in other words, about the central premise of platonic love, delivered in the final lines.

[Anonymous No.2404659]

>>2404652

A crazy old man once told me that a man approaches a wedding like a sacrificial rite. That he walks up to the altar determined to sacrifice something in exchange for something else he wamts, and that women see it as a magic spell, and that if they arrange everything at the wedding exactly right, and get all the runes cast correctly and say the right words in the right places then they'll get a happy marriage out of it. One's working witchcraft, one's doing a deal.

He also said that when the bride looks at the groom in his wedding clothes, she's measuring his shroud, so take it as you will.

[Anonymous No.2404671]

>>2404659

Marriage is solidarity facing death. Ted Adorno.

Happy Together alone day!

[Anonymous No.2404676]

>>2404464
You broke my heart
but I don't mind
I've got money for hookers
and a hand for when I am broke
you may be engaged now
but you're also getting fat
I'm going to rape you
have a shitty valentines.

[Anonymous No.2404679]

>>2404659

The guy that told me this sold Avon and spices and flavorings out of a station wagon. Claimed he was a weatherfinger, but I never saw sign of it.

[Anonymous No.2404692]

Think where man's glory most begins and ends;
And say my glory was I had such a friend.

[Anonymous No.2404712]

>>2404659

> 2012
> Not getting a good woman to marry who doesn't care about a gaudy wedding, just wants it do be tasteful and traditional

[Anonymous No.2404727]

Man voice incoming

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0MUBh6f3sj4

[Anonymous No.2404812]

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0CK6GzTmVY0

[Anonymous No.2404839]

>>2404812

[Anonymous No.2406466]

I am a rose
You are a red
Let's get together
In my flower bed.

[Anonymous No.2406485]

Noses are red when you have a cold
I'll love you until you're unattractive and old.

[Anonymous No.2406499]

Your eye is red
My semen is white
At least that's the plan
I've made for tonight.

[Anonymous No.2406512]

I am a bird
You are a bee
Now let's make like
An analogy

[Anonymous No.2406681]

you and me baby aint nothing but mammals
so lets do it like they do on the discovery channel

[Anonymous No.2406709]

>>2406681
lol'd

[Anonymous No.2406713]

Your roses are red
and your roses are white
Your new living room furniture
Looks very nice.

[Anonymous No.2406719]

Some blood is red
Some blood is blue
And blood can be messy
When you're menstrual

[Anonymous No.2406721]

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0aTDrIcIaix

[Anonymous No.2406728]

Racism's wrong
Violence is bad
But I'll pretend it's all cool
In front of your dad

[Anonymous No.2406733]

What would you say?
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