My love for poetry...
WITH rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations.
Drifting back and forth in a storm that never ends
Living only on what they care to send
Repairing leaks in a hull thrice broken
Sleeping illy on words once spoken
My ship is sinking
And my death is failure
My ship is sinking
And my failure is death
Drifting back and forth over a ocean that does not care
Finding what I want, why must it be so rare?
My skeleton crew I taught them what is meant by scrutiny
My skeleton crew they taught me the beauty of mutiny
My ship is sinking
And death before failure
My ship is sinking
Yet, death is failure
Drifting back and forth and the storm rages on
I stare into the dreary night and dream of a sunny dawn
How many hours left? In this battle I’ve always faced
The battle I’ve always engaged, for this elusive warm embrace
My ship it is sinking
I have fought it all the way
My ship it is sinking
I can’t let it end this way
Drifting back and forth, on an ocean with out trust
My ship sinking quickly now, doomed to be sea dust
The mast has fallen and there is no wind or gale
And this is what I tell you, for this is my final taleSlowly Sinking with Regret
Jeffrey Austin Collop. from "29 October"
Virginian cousin, from Virginian Land
I know this may be hard for you
But listen indifferently
And try to understand
About our hometown feelings, and our hometown hearts
Because it’s in your apathy in which we hate
And for the sake of empathy, in which I harp
What we hate you, and we loath you
And no one longer cares
About your triumphs, and your trials
And your picture perfect love affairs
So it’s easy to see that we hate you Virginian cousin
And we hate your Virginian land
I know you laugh and roll it off
But think with a serious head for once
And try to understand
Oh Virginian cousin, from Virginian land
You’re not a virgin anymore
And in this fact
I think everyone understands
Dear Virginian cousin, from Virginian land
Just pack your things, tonight not the morrow
Make things easy, “just go back to Virginian lands!”Virginian Cousin
Jeffrey Austin Collop. from "29 October"