general poetry thread

Discussion in 'Literature' started by Perkwunos, 25 January 2014.

  1. Azaeroe

    Azaeroe Member

    Sah ein Knab' ein Röslein steh'n,

    Röslein auf der Heiden,

    War so jung und morgenschön,

    Lief er schnell, es nah zu seh'n,

    Sah's mit vielen Freuden.

    Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,

    Röslein auf der Heiden.

    Knabe sprach: "Ich breche dich,

    Röslein auf der Heiden."

    Röslein sprach: "Ich steche dich,

    Daß du ewig denkst an mich,

    Und ich will's nicht leiden."

    Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,

    Röslein auf der Heiden.

    Und der wilde Knabe brach

    's Röslein auf der Heiden.

    Röslein wehrte sich und stach,

    Half ihm doch kein Weh und Ach,

    Mußt' es eben leiden.

    Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,

    Röslein auf der Heiden.
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  2. Arboreality

    Arboreality Member

    Poetry is great, especially poetry that revolves around nature, ancestry, and history. The poems that have been shared already are excellent, but I have one in mind that hasn't been shared quite yet in this thread. I know it by heart at this point:

    Atavism by John Myers O'Hara

    Old longings nomadic leap
    Chafing at custom's chain
    Again from its brumal sleep
    Wakens the ferine strain.

    Helots of houses no more.
    Let us be out, be free!
    Fragrance through the window and door
    Wafts from the woods, the sea!

    After the torpor of will
    Morbid the inner strife
    Welcome the animal thrill
    Lending a zest to life!

    Banish the volumes revered
    Sever from centuries dead
    Ceilings the lamp flicker cheered
    Barter for stars instead.

    Temple, thy dreams with the trees
    Nature thy god alone
    Worship the sun and the breeze
    Altars where non atone.

    Voices of Solitude call,
    Whisper of sedge and stream
    Loosen the fetters that gall
    Back to the primal scheme.

    Feel the great throbbing terrene
    Pulse in thy body beat!
    Conscious again of the green
    Verdure beneath the feet.

    Callous to pain as the rose,
    Breathe with instinct's delight!
    Live the existence that goes
    Soulless into the night.
    I remember reading The Call of the Wild when I was a kid and I loved the book, but I also loved its epitaph, it led me to this poem and it has resonated with me ever since. I have a passion for more archaic language and symbolism. I'm surprised this poem isn't more popular, especially among anti-civ/anti-tech types. I recommend O'Hara's other books as well, especially Pagan Sonnets.

  3. Azaeroe

    Azaeroe Member

    I dwelt alone
    In a world of moan,
    And my soul was a stagnant tide,
    Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
    Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

    Ah, less- less bright
    The stars of the night
    Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
    That the vapor can make
    With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
    Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
    Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless

    Now Doubt- now Pain
    Come never again,
    For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
    And all day long
    Shines, bright and strong,
    Astarte within the sky,
    While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
    While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
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