/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.7158990]

Post something beautiful /lit/

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[Anonymous No.7159000]

>A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, on the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

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>>7158990

>Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

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>>7159018

>I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity

araby has been one of my favorite stories ever since i read that line the first time

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[Anonymous No.7159049]

>A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.

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[Anonymous No.7159062]

>“He soon felt that the fulfillment of his desires gave him only one grain of the mountain of happiness he had expected. This fulfillment showed him the eternal error men make in imagining that their happiness depends on the realization of their desires.”

[Anonymous No.7159064]

>>7159036
kind of lewd tbh

[Anonymous No.7159070]

>I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

London by William Blake

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>>7159036
whew

[Anonymous No.7159084]

Does /lit/ know who Patrick Kavanagh is?

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.

[Anonymous No.7159087]

>>7159064
Why is the word lewd so popular on 4chan? How did it happen? I know a lot of lewd things are posted on here, but why must they always be described with that word specifically?

[Anonymous No.7159088]

>>7158990
>>7158998
>>7159003
> living in the past

[Anonymous No.7159093]

another one by him

Inniskeen Road: July Evening

The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
And there's the half-talk code of mysteries
And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.
Half-past eight and there is not a spot
Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown
That might turn out a man or woman, not
A footfall tapping secrecies of stone.
I have what every poet hates in spite
Of all the solemn talk of contemplation.
Oh, Alexander Selkirk knew the plight
Of being king and government and nation.
A road, a mile of kingdom, I am king
Of banks and stones and every blooming thing.

[Anonymous No.7159095]

>>7159087
It's one of those single word translations you get in anime sub titles.

[Anonymous No.7159107]

>>7159084
I'd like this played at my funeral

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuafmLvoJow

[Anonymous No.7159111]

>>7158990
Cornelius Kriegelhoff

CANADA REPRESENT.

[Anonymous No.7159115]

>>7159088
>no order
>no symmetry
>unnatural look, plus it doesn't integrate into its environment
>unpractical
>carries no meaning
Wow, so beautiful!

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>>7159088

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>>7159115
Balmond has a ridiculous amount of order tho. P much his whole firm works from mathematical patterns.

If you like all that churchy shit he did do a cathedral of beer early on in his career

[Anonymous No.7159140]

>>7159128
I see your qt

And raise you a waifu

[Anonymous No.7159143]

>>7159135
Carlsberg is also a Canadian beer company so Mr Canada Represent should also feel proud

Hard to find great pics of this tho

[Anonymous No.7159150]

>>7159036
literally the only beautiful thing in this thread

[Anonymous No.7159182]

>>7159140
I see your waifu and raise you a real woman you pedofile faggot.

[Anonymous No.7159202]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHomETco0MI

[Anonymous No.7159351]

>>7158990
>>7158998
>something beautiful for ants

[Anonymous No.7159373]

>>7159143
Carlsberg is Danish

[Anonymous No.7159394]

>>7159373
Carling, carlsberg, in my defense it's all piss

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>>7159182

[Anonymous No.7159402]

been on this site all day

wish i was dead tbbh

[Anonymous No.7159448]

Were those who preceded us fans of shota?

[Anonymous No.7159460]

>>7159009
My Berninigger

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>>7159028
>those shoes
every time

[Anonymous No.7159475]

>>7159111
Kitsch af

[Anonymous No.7159497]

>>7159087
I don't have that large of a vocabulary I guess. What are some other alternatives?

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>>7159140
>short hair
>manly chin

thats a husbando m8

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