Do you have a favorite poet or poem? Or just one you want to share?
I like this one.
NIAGARA
(Seen on a Night in November)
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumnal, evanescent, wan,
The moon.
Do you have a favorite poet or poem? Or just one you want to share?
I like this one.
NIAGARA
(Seen on a Night in November)
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumnal, evanescent, wan,
The moon.
Originally Posted by Sting
I have a two volume set of American poetry published by ... Modern Library? One of those hardback collectors things. I was going through it tonight and I was pleased to see so many selections from songwriters. W. C. Handy was in there!
Also a lot of Guthrie and blues singers. Don't know if Dylan was in there, I assume so.I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
I love my baby like a school boy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint 'n rye
I love my man till the day I die
Originally Posted by Sting
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
It's a song, but it's one of my favorites.
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Traveled by many, remembered by few
Looking for something that I can believe in
Looking for something that I'd like to do with my life
There's nothing behind me and
Nothing that ties me to
Something that might of been true yesterday
Tomorrow is open
Right now it seems to be more than enough
To just be here today
And I don't know what the future is holding in store
I don't know where I'm going
I'm not sure where I've been
There's a spirit that guides me
A light that shines for me
My life is worth the living and
I don't need to see the end
Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish, in the water
Like a bird, in the air
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