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Poetry
Jul 5, 2008 22:12:13 GMT -5
Post by vsblonde on Jul 5, 2008 22:12:13 GMT -5
Some poetry confuses me though, i.e I think it means one thing & what it really means is something totally off kilter.
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Jul 5, 2008 22:13:09 GMT -5
Post by msthomas23 on Jul 5, 2008 22:13:09 GMT -5
lol ladyk i know i didnt even kno this post was here im a die hard poetry lover 2
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Jul 5, 2008 22:13:19 GMT -5
Post by ladyk on Jul 5, 2008 22:13:19 GMT -5
Yes, certain things I don't understand. Someone mentioned Edgar Allen Poe's the Raven, I understood it, yet it scared me and I loved it. Some of his stuff is very confusing though. What is the poem called that he wrote about someone being buried in the floor?
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apoth
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Poetry
Jul 5, 2008 22:15:56 GMT -5
Post by apoth on Jul 5, 2008 22:15:56 GMT -5
How Heavy The Days
How heavy the days are. There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since I learned in my heart that Love can die.
- Hermann Hesse
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Jul 5, 2008 22:18:19 GMT -5
Post by msthomas23 on Jul 5, 2008 22:18:19 GMT -5
idk the name of it but i kno one he has is berenice its like a scary story or w/e lol but idk if u should read it if the raven scared u
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Jul 5, 2008 22:18:25 GMT -5
Post by ladyk on Jul 5, 2008 22:18:25 GMT -5
That poem is very sad. It sounds so......melancholy.
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Jul 5, 2008 22:23:39 GMT -5
Post by momagarry on Jul 5, 2008 22:23:39 GMT -5
Equality Maya Angelou
You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and making time. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
You announce my ways are wanton, that I fly from man to man, but if I'm just a shadow to you, could you ever understand? We have lived a painful history, we know the shameful past, but I keep on marching forward, and you keep on coming last. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
Take the blinders from your vision, take the padding from your ears, and confess you've heard me crying, and admit you've seen my tears. Hear the tempo so compelling, hear the blood throb through my veins. Yes, my drums are beating nightly, and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
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Jul 5, 2008 22:25:09 GMT -5
Post by msthomas23 on Jul 5, 2008 22:25:09 GMT -5
oh thats anotha good one momagarry
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Jul 5, 2008 22:25:12 GMT -5
Post by ladyk on Jul 5, 2008 22:25:12 GMT -5
idk the name of it but i kno one he has is berenice its like a scary story or w/e lol but idk if u should read it if the raven scared u See, but even though the Raven scared me, I still liked it. Alot of his poems were very dark. I want to read a bio of him because it'd be interesting to find out why he wrote such dark poems.
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Jul 5, 2008 22:26:07 GMT -5
Post by momagarry on Jul 5, 2008 22:26:07 GMT -5
Prisoner maya angelou
Even sunlight dares and trembles through my bars to shimmer dances on the floor. A clang og lock and keys and heels and blood-dried guns. Even sunshine dares
It's jail and bail then rails to run.
Guard grey men serve plates of rattle noise and concrete death and beans. Then pale sun stumbles through the poles of iron to warm the horror of grey guard men.
It's jail and bail then rails to run.
Black night. The me myself of me sleeks in the folds and history of fear. To secret hold me deep and close my ears of lulls and clangs and memory of hate. Then night and sleep and dreams.
It's jail and bail then rails to run
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Jul 5, 2008 22:26:20 GMT -5
Post by msthomas23 on Jul 5, 2008 22:26:20 GMT -5
yea alot of his stuff is dark but its has meanings inside the meanings so u should check it out
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Jul 5, 2008 22:26:58 GMT -5
Post by momagarry on Jul 5, 2008 22:26:58 GMT -5
Song for the Old Ones maya angelou
My Fathers sit on benches their flesh counts every plank the slats leave dents of darkness deep in their withered flanks.
They nod like broken candles all waxed and burnt profound they say "It's understanding that makes the world go round."
There in those pleated faces I see the auction block the chains and slavery's coffles the whip and lash and stock.
My Fathers speak in voices that shred my fact and sound they say "It's our submission that makes the world go round."
They used the finest cunning their naked wits and wiles the lowly Uncle Tomming and Aunt Jemima's smiles.
They've laughed to shield their crying then shuffled through their dreams and stepped 'n' fetched a country to write the blues with screams.
I understand their meaning it could and did derive from living on the edge of death They kept my race alive.
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Jul 5, 2008 22:27:18 GMT -5
Post by ladyk on Jul 5, 2008 22:27:18 GMT -5
I'm going to try, God willing. Have you ever read a bio of his?
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Jul 5, 2008 22:28:22 GMT -5
Post by momagarry on Jul 5, 2008 22:28:22 GMT -5
Maya angelou is a woman. She is awesome.
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Jul 5, 2008 22:29:53 GMT -5
Post by msthomas23 on Jul 5, 2008 22:29:53 GMT -5
i read a lil bit abt him back in high school hen i had to do a book report on him but thats abt it i never got that deep into him
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