mtmynd1
While i can write poetry i cannot write as well as thou.
May all time favorite is By M Arnold.
It brings out emotion as no other poem can [in me]
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The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Apon the straights; on the french coast the light
Gleams and is gone, the cliffs of england stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back and fling,
At their return apon the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in,
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought,
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound of thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith.
Was once too, at the full, and round earths shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled,
But now i only hear
Its melancholy, long , withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles if the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautifull, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help from pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
(Dover Beach. by Arnold)
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I would like to be in print to teach. I have 2/3rds of novel
"On a darkling Plain"
But if wishes were dollars i would buy bill gates.
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Prill