Poem of the day 1. nóvember 2010:
Tunglskin
Og vatnið starir, starir köldum augum
á stirndan himin yfir bleikum tindum.
Og inn í dalnum dökkir skuggar trjánna við dapra geilsa tunglsins stíga dans.
Og yfir sandinn, langar óraleiðir,
lýsir tunglið spor þín, þreytti maður,
og bregður köldum, annarlegum glampa
á andlit þitt.
Ég sé þig hverfa, hverfa inn í skuggann.
Og yfir öllu vakir þögnin - þögnin.
And here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth's noonward height
To feel the always coming on
The always rising of the night
Mots clés poetry death night poem poet andrew-marvell
I saw the spiders marching through the air,
Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day
In latter August when the hay
Came creaking to the barn. But where
The wind is westerly,
Where gnarled November makes the spiders fly
Into the apparitions of the sky,
They purpose nothing but their ease and die
Urgently beating east to sunrise and the sea;
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The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
Dylan ThomasMots clés love sex poem naughty euphemism thighs shipwreck
Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.
SaadiMots clés progress literature poem critics
In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if we stop at that point and concern ourselves only with the marvels of the formation of a language, seeking the hidden reason of all its apparent caprices, we do not reach that end, for grammar is not literature… When we come to literature, we find that, though it conforms to the rules of grammar, it is yet a thing of joy; it is freedom itself. The beauty of a poem is bound by strict laws, yet it transcends them. The laws are its wings. They do not keep it weighed down. They carry it to freedom. Its form is in law, but its spirit is in beauty. Law is the first step toward freedom, and beauty is the complete liberation which stands on the pedestal of law. Beauty harmonizes in itself the limit and the beyond – the law and the liberty.
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How can I wear the harness of toil
And sweat at the daily round,
While in my soul forever
The drums of Pictdom sound?
Mots clés inspirational poem
Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
You do not need a knife or fork or spoon.
For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
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Just know I am
Not there to catch you
But I am there for you
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