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Poetry Round-up!
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poetry on the theory that it is the most efficient way to go HEY INTERNET THESE POEMS ARE AWESOME READTHEMREADTHEMREADTHEM, but I love you guys! I want you to ALSO have awesome poems and readthemreadthemreadthem. So, linkspam.
Answer, by Bei Dao (translated from the Chinese by Donald Finkel)
Listen. I don't believe!
OK. You've trampled
a thousand enemies underfoot. Call me
a thousand and one.
Incantation, by Czeslaw Milosz (translated from the Polish by the author and Robert Pinsky)
Human reason is beautiful and invicible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
Belfast Tune, by Joseph Brodsky (Stanzas 1 & 4 = 100% Buffy Summers, y/n?)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town.
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.
Draft of a Modern Love Poem, by Tadeusz Rozewicz (translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski & Robert A. Maguire)
the most tangible
description of bread
is a description of hunger
Song For Those Who Know, by Hans Magnus Enzensberger (translated from the German by the author and Michael Hamburger)
Something must be done right away
that much we know
but of course it's too soon to act
but of course it's too late in the day
oh we know
I Feel the Dead, by Sophia de Mello Breyner (translated from the Portugese by Ruth Fainlight)
But I have lost my being in so many beings,
Died my life so many times,
Kissed my ghosts so many times
Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff, by A.E. Housman
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Tommy, by Rudyard Kipling
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
The Burning of Paper Instead of Children, by Adrienne Rich
knowledge of the oppressor
this is the oppressor's language
yet I need it to talk to you
Under a Certain Little Star, by Wislawa Szymborska (translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski & Robert A. Maguire)
Accuse me not, O soul, of possessing you but seldom.
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond, by e.e. cummings
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility
poetry on the theory that it is the most efficient way to go HEY INTERNET THESE POEMS ARE AWESOME READTHEMREADTHEMREADTHEM, but I love you guys! I want you to ALSO have awesome poems and readthemreadthemreadthem. So, linkspam.Answer, by Bei Dao (translated from the Chinese by Donald Finkel)
Listen. I don't believe!
OK. You've trampled
a thousand enemies underfoot. Call me
a thousand and one.
Incantation, by Czeslaw Milosz (translated from the Polish by the author and Robert Pinsky)
Human reason is beautiful and invicible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
Belfast Tune, by Joseph Brodsky (Stanzas 1 & 4 = 100% Buffy Summers, y/n?)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town.
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.
Draft of a Modern Love Poem, by Tadeusz Rozewicz (translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski & Robert A. Maguire)
the most tangible
description of bread
is a description of hunger
Song For Those Who Know, by Hans Magnus Enzensberger (translated from the German by the author and Michael Hamburger)
Something must be done right away
that much we know
but of course it's too soon to act
but of course it's too late in the day
oh we know
I Feel the Dead, by Sophia de Mello Breyner (translated from the Portugese by Ruth Fainlight)
But I have lost my being in so many beings,
Died my life so many times,
Kissed my ghosts so many times
Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff, by A.E. Housman
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Tommy, by Rudyard Kipling
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
The Burning of Paper Instead of Children, by Adrienne Rich
knowledge of the oppressor
this is the oppressor's language
yet I need it to talk to you
Under a Certain Little Star, by Wislawa Szymborska (translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski & Robert A. Maguire)
Accuse me not, O soul, of possessing you but seldom.
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond, by e.e. cummings
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility