…entre nous soit dit…

between me you and the gatepost.

Awesome picture :)

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token.

– ‘The Raven’ – Edgar Allan Poe –

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June 6, 2010 Posted by | photography, pictures, Poetry | 2 Comments

Invictus

Ok now while I’ll admit how sad the fact is that I stumbled upon this poem via watching waaaaaay too much of One Tree Hill, I think it’s a pretty cool poem, so I thought I’d post it.

Invictus

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.

– William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903)

October 3, 2009 Posted by | Poetry | 1 Comment

Le Phénix (1951) by Paul Éluard

I just found the most gorgeous poem. It’s the first poem I’ve had to translate from french, so naturally I fell in love with it.

J’ai regardé devant moi
Dans la foule je t’ai vue
Parmi les blés je t’ai vue
Sous un arbre je t’ai vue

Au bout de tous mes voyages
Au fond de tous mes tourments
Au tournant de tous les rires
Sortant de l’eau et du feu

L’été l’hiver je t’ai vue
Dans ma maison je t’ai vue
Entre mes bras je t’ai vue
Dans mes rêves je t’ai vue

Je ne te quitterai plus.

(Paul Éluard, Le Phénix, 1951, in Derniers poèmes d’amour)

 

After my pretty dodgy translation (mostly done by my computer let’s face it) I think it roughly means this:

I look in front of me
In a crowd  I saw you
(dont know this line)
Under a tree I saw you

At the end of all my voyages
At the bottom of all my torments
 With the turning of all the laughter
Leaving water and fire

The summer the winter I saw you
In my house I saw you
Between my arms I saw you
In my dreams I saw you

I will not be left anymore.

July 29, 2009 Posted by | bored, homework, Poetry | Leave a comment

The Good Morrow

Ok, so this blog really isn’t anything that I have thought of, but I thought I would post this poem simply because it is one of my favourites that we are studying at the moment. It’s a beautiful poem and seeing as I am supposed to be doing a presentation on it tomorrow, there will no doubt be some information about this poem to follow on a consequence blog.

Some might recognise it as it does appear in the 2006 movie Tristan and Isolde directed by Kevin Reynolds, but for the everyone else it’s probable that the Metaphysical poets are as unknown to you as it was to me but a few weeks ago. Anyway, in the mean, I hope you enjoy it:

 

The Good Morrow

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I

Did, till we lov’d? Were we not wean’d till then?

But suck’d on countrey pleasures, childishly?

Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?

T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.

If ever any beauty I did see,

Which I desir’d, and got, ’twas but a dreame of thee.

 

And now good morrow to our waking soules,

Which watch not one another out of feare;

For love, all love of other sights controules,

And makes one little roome, an every where.

Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,

Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,

Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.

 

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,

And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,

Where can we finde two better hemispheares

Without sharpe North, without declining West?

What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I

Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. 

 

– John Donne –

May 13, 2008 Posted by | Donne, Help for slack Lit Students, homework, Literature, Poetry | Leave a comment