Favorite poems

[Protector]

[三江源]

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[doc benway]

[Apech]

Here's a cheery one from Fernando Pessoa:

 

I am nothing

I shall never be anything

I cannot wish to be anything.

Aside from that, I hold within me

all the dreams of the world.

Today, I’m defeated, as if I’d learned the truth.

Today, I am lucid, as if I were about to die.

 

... yep this is a thread bump.

[三江源]

[ShenLung]

IF you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

 

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

 

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

 

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

 

Kipling's the man! *respect*

[三江源]

[Bubbles]

The Wind, One Brilliant Day by Antonio Machado

 

The wind, one brilliant day, called

to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

 

"In return for the odor of my jasmine,

I'd like all the odor of your roses."

 

"I have no roses; all the flowers

in my garden are dead."

 

"Well then, I'll take the withered petals

and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."

 

the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:

"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"

 

 

Translated by Robert Bly

Edited December 20, 2012 by bubbles

[suninmyeyes]

[suninmyeyes]

anyway really nice thread..