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PostSubject: Re: Poetry    Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:45 am

I'm looking out my windows and this came to mind, I hope it's OK to post someone else's work.

Robert Frost

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer 5
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake. 10
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.


One of my favorites.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry    Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:56 pm

BardoXV wrote:
I'm looking out my windows and this came to mind, I hope it's OK to post someone else's work.  

Robert Frost

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer 5
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake. 10
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.


One of my favorites.

I have always loved that poem.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry    Sat Mar 14, 2015 1:00 pm

This poem has always been hauntingly beautiful to me. Just something about it...

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

I know that I shall meet my fate  
Somewhere among the clouds above;  
Those that I fight I do not hate  
Those that I guard I do not love;  
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,  
No likely end could bring them loss  
Or leave them happier than before.  
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,  
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight  
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;  
I balanced all, brought all to mind,  
The years to come seemed waste of breath,  
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry    Wed Dec 16, 2015 8:49 am

Ragnar Redbeard wrote:
"Laws” and “rules” imposed on you
From days of old renown,
Are not intended for your “good”
But for your crushing down.
Then dare to rend the chains that bind
And to yourself be true.
Dare to liberate your mind,
From all things, old and new.

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