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Friday, 25 December 2009 20:35 |

Written by Jasminka |

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Seven Ages of Man

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players,

They have their exits and entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice

In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d,

With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws, and modern instances,

And so he plays his part.

William Shakespeare

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were – I have not seen

As others saw – I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I lov’d, I lov’d alone.

Then – in my childhood – in the dawn

Of a most stormy life – was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that ‘round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold –

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by –

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe

After Great Pain

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –

The nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –

The stiff Heart questions was it he, that bore,

And yesterday, or centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –

Of ground, or air, or ought –

A wooden way,

Regardless grown,

A quartz contentment, like a stone –

This is the hour of lead –

Remembered, if outlived,

As freezing persons, recollect the snow –

First – chill – then stupor – then the letting go –

Emily Dickinson

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Comments (8)

Icy wings? Been reading Mallarme's 'Le vierge, le vivace et le bel aujourd'hui' recently? Very Happy

I love that Poe piece, fits so well and a wonderfully musical, avant-garde power-chorded version was done by crazy Norwegians Arcturus years ago.

Hi, I'm Emily Dickinson, I'm going to be brilliant in ten lines. I'm not jealous. Grumble. But Tennyson? I'm shocked. Cool

Awesome stuff, Jas. Really is amazing how so much brilliant verse perfectly encapsulates the soul of the show, its *humanity*.

Jas, you are wonderfull, this was so beautiful. I loved each and every piece and they were excellent and deep and true... *sniffle*
I *heart* you for this Smile

I gotta add that I especially was taken with the first one from William Henley. That was lovely and very fitting with our two heroes. Also loved the ones from Poe and Frost. But they were all great, full of thought and grace. True brilliance. I have no words.

I love this site Smile

This is love and peace and trust all over. And I'm not being sarcastic (sorry Dean) Wink

Hi Jasminka
Wow! This was wonderfull.
Thank-you so much.

Jasminka, you are a wonder!

So appropriate and moving for our brothers. Very emotion inducing. (sniffling desperately)

These are wonderful--haven't had much time for poetry since college (when I was required to make time), but I'd have loved these even if I'd never heard of the brothers Winchester

I hope it's okay that i didn't read a single word that was written in this article because i was too occupied drooling over the pictures that accompanied each poems. Rolling Eyes

Beautiful, Jas...as always. Loved the poems, one and all, and SOOOOO much enjoyed the screen caps. So poignantly placed. Hope your holidays are happy and safe, and look forward to hearing from you next year.

Sablegreen, anene, elenaM, Bevie, Karen, Supernarttu and Randal, happy new year and thanks so much for your sweet comments!!

After a great vacation with the people most dear to me I returned safely home. To be able to live (almost) without a computer and the internet was actually not bad, there were so many things to do, time to spend with each other (some of them I hardly see twice a year due to working conditions… don’t get me started), so I find my batteries recharged and I’m ready for this year…

Randal, to my shame I have to admit I haven’t read Mallarme a lot… does Rimbaud count (that one I love)? And, hell, yes, Tennyson… you can’t be at all surprised, eh?
Last time I was in London I went (and I do every time) to the National Portrait Gallery and for the first time I saw a painting of the young Tennyson (they change the exhibited pieces, you know). I was stunned. It’s a great thing you can acquire a print of every painting they have, and he lives now in a frame on my wall, watching over my poetry books. Beautiful, beautiful man… Sorry for rambling… And, again – yes, Poe… beloved, tragic Poe… that poem is pure music….

Supernarttu, that poem by Henley is probably my favourite. Whenever I feel down or weak (it happens) I think of Invictus (you can hear me mumbling it) and it always reminds me of the energy that lives in my soul, and I feel better. Instant magic. ).

Karen and Bevie, I’m so happy to have been able to move you with these words… these poets were/are true masters…

elenaM, perhaps you should take those poetry books out again? I bet you’ll have fun re-discovering some…

anene, sweet… well, the great thing is, poems can be read again and again and again, hehehe….

Sablegreen, I’m happy you loved the poems and caps… The great thing about composing an article like this (and the credit goes to the poets, here, I only put it together) is – I’m allowed to insert pics I personally love… Writing for this site does have a lot of perks…

Thanks, y’all (getting better with the Southern accent),
Jas

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