/lit/ - Literature

>x totally solved y
>is no possible to refute x
>post charts
>who most based x

>>621568
i happen to actually like some of poe's poems
particularly the Raven
>>621571
i appreciate your "positive"? comment

>>621581
A Wrinkle in Time,
Awrinkl’in Thyme,
Thyme to dry,
Thyme to grind,
To grind and grind,
Exceedingly fine,
The Wheel of Time grinds,
A wrinkle from Thine.
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-
in Spring,
The Rain,
washes over my window.

Hot Summer,
The Sunshine,
hits full and embrightens.

Long Winter,
The Ice,
who will slip who will fall.

Come Autumn,
The Leaves,
paint over the sidewalk.

A Wrinkle in Time,
Awrinkl’in Thyme,
Thyme to dry,
Thyme to grind,
To grind and grind,
Exceedingly fine,
The Wheel of Time grinds,
A wrinkle from Thine.
n Spring,
The Rain,
washes over my window.

Hot Summer,
The Sunshine,
hits full and embrightens.

Long Winter,
The Ice,
who will slip who will fall.

Come Autumn,
The Leaves,
paint over the sidewalk.

was the 3rd line in the 2nd verse implying that "you wouldn't with me"?
or that "you wouldn't b/c i had killed you"?

can i drop one of my own?

i like it

it was a story about a paranoid murderer with a bad case of guilt

>>621473

appreciated

george rr martin

Ye Old Shakespeare

Sometimes to be
Or not to be,
That is all you can ask.
But what to be,
When you can be,
anything,
That's a task!

>>621391

yes, that was worth all the rest.

sorry, violently inclined

>>621383
yes, but they were very militant, or at the very least violent

heres my related pic

all in all pretty good 7.5/10
agree with the reason for your pic
sorry didn't like the time displacement

Thanks for the opportunity to share my attempts at poetry guys.

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away


"Antigonish" (1899) first verse only
---William Hughes Mearns

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

----emily dickenson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

---emily dickinson

Abou Ben Adhem
by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold: -
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?" -The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

>>621327

i like it

All assured act aberrant
Aggregating as alone
After ample allocation
Awful actuality ascends

Being bogart brings back brutal
Bilious baleful bagatelle
Bodacious bigoted banality
Bitterly balancing bashful bane

Confusion counting closely captive
Calling challenge courses changing
Central claimants calibration
Clearly causes careful calm

Dereliction destitution
Dare defiance desecration
Delirious diurnal dancing
Dear departed dedication

Elegizing esoteric
Empty ebbing ending era
Elegiac enterprising
Endearingly empowered endings

What is poetry but the outpouring of ones emotions?

how can anyone profess to completely understand another's feelings?