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Dreams Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. Langston Hughes TC: 160
This is another of my favourites. The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Posted my favorite Frost below :)
First Fig My candles burn at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light! Edna St Vincent Millay
An Ode to Blind
Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the daylong voice of Eve Had added to their own an oversound, Her tone of meaning but without the words. Admittedly an eloquence so soft Could only have had an influence on birds When call or laughter carried it aloft. Be that as may be, she was in their song. Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed Had now persisted in the woods so long That probably it never would be lost. Never again would birds' song be the same. And to do that to birds was why she came. - Robert Frost
The Orange At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half. And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new. The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist. — Wendy Cope
Does this seem weird to anyone else We’re looking down on Wayne’s basement Only, that’s not Wayne’s basement
Garth that was a haiku!
Hume to apno ne loota Gairo me kahan dum tha Meri haddi wahi tooti Jahan hospital bandh tha Mujhe jis ambulance me dala Uska petrol khatam tha Mujhe rickshaw me bithaya Kyonki kiraya kamm tha Mujhe doctor ne uthaya Nurse me kahan dum tha Mujhe uss bed pe letaya Jiske niche bom tha Mujhe to bom se udaya Goli me kahan dum tha Mujhe sarak me dafnaya Kyonki kabristan me function tha
Wahh wahh
Invictus By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
The Hour Glass Consider this small dust, here in the glass, By atoms moved : Could you believe that this the body was Of one that loved ; And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly, Was turned to cinders by her eye : Yes ; and in death, as life unblest, To have't exprest, Even ashes of lovers find no rest. - Ben Jonson
There once was a man from Nantucket
Below is one of my favourites. Don’t Quit By Edgar Albert Guest When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don’t give up though the pace seems slow- You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor’s cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far, So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit- It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.