Stinger4
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:47 AM |
| It's just old people writing about flowers. |
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:47 AM |
| Or people comparing things to other things |
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AlixeTiir
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:48 AM |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! |
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Boeing717
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:48 AM |
poems not about flowers or comparisons
the waste land the hollow men ash wednesday four quartets |
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Feminists
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:48 AM |
| or it's written by geniuses who put their time into thinking and writing them |
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JunJoe
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:49 AM |
@alixe
im glad u can copy paste |
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:49 AM |
| because literature is "deep" and has "lessons" that "cant be taught otherwise". |
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AlixeTiir
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:50 AM |
@junjoe
thx it's a good skill to have |
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Stinger4
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:50 AM |
@Alixe
Basically
I like flowers I like flowers using a word that means the same as flowers but is completely different |
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Boeing717
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:51 AM |
| ts eliot is the one true poet |
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:51 AM |
music is pretty much poetry so when yu listen to music u listen to poerty :p
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conners2
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:51 AM |
or it's written by geniuses who put their time into thinking and writing them x2
"because literature is "deep" and has "lessons" that "cant be taught otherwise"."
sounds like someone failed english class and is trying to justify their stupidity by trying to make literature out as useless |
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Stinger4
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:52 AM |
@scatter
At least it's not about flowers |
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conners2
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:52 AM |
said trying twice consarn it |
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:52 AM |
I don't like long poem so short poetry is my favorite Anyway, they are supposed to have deep meaning that'll surprise you. Poetry has nice way of arranging words and stuff.
I changed my siggy to "I hate you" |
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:53 AM |
@stinger
dont forget that peotry is also about the moonlight :)
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AlixeTiir
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:53 AM |
To be honest, we have to learn poetry to find out if we like it.
I for one, find poetry pleasing to the eye. |
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:54 AM |
Curtains are blue Blue means sad Sad is blue Curtains is sad My sad is like a puppy crying My sad makes me slow like a turtle I compare my sad like I compare comparing So much compare |
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:54 AM |
sounds like someone failed english class
im in honors english with an "A", and grades have no bearing on whether your stupid or not
correlation does not prove causation
and is trying to justify their stupidity by trying to make literature out as useless
this is an assumption |
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AlixeTiir
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:55 AM |
Also, don't complain about poetry just describing flowers or moonlight or something.
Every form of art describes something. Literature describes something with words, painting uses an image to describe things, poetry describes it in verse, math describes it in expressions, etc. etc. |
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Stinger4
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:55 AM |
@Alixe
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=43GChXc6RVY |
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conners2
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:56 AM |
"im in honors english with an "A", and grades have no bearing on whether your stupid or not"
yes they do LOL
"this is an assumption"
you'd realize it has actual value if you really did get an "A"
btw honors sucks |
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Boeing717
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:57 AM |
"correlation does not prove causation"
the only thing worse than people who thinks correlation proves causation are those who use this phrase to completely brush off correlations as anything more than coincidence |
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JunJoe
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:57 AM |
yes they do LOL
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no they don't lol
they just show how lazy you are. grades are stupid. |
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AlixeTiir
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| 16 Feb 2014 11:57 AM |
@Stinger4
That's like, the eight time someone has called me that this week.
u meanie
Besides, calling someone a nerd because they said something intelligent is comparable to declaring your stupidity in front of a crowd. |
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