Has there ever been a poem that genuinely moved you?
>>25612375yes
The Tyger from William Blake
>>25612381goat poem that shit is legit mind blower
The Tyger from Nael, age 6
>>25612375Iliad and Odyssey and several by Werdswerf
>>25612375A poem was so bad, I stopped reading, put the book down, moved over to my bookshelf and grabbed a new book.So yes.
>The P'eng-Ya Road>Tu Fu>>I remember when we fled from the rebels>heading north though danger and hardship >starting out in the middle of the night>with the moon shining on the Po-shui hills>and all of us on foot.>>whenever we met people on the road>we felt ashamed>>now and then birds sang in the ravines>>no one was going in the opposite direction >>my silly little daughter>bit me in her hunger -->afraid that her crying would bring tigers>I held her mouth against my chest>she wriggled free and cried louder>>my son acted like he knew>what it was all about>but he kept trying to eat>the butter plums on the roadside trees
>>25612488>ten days we went, half that time>through thunderstorms >struggling to help each other in the mud >we had no protection from the rain>the road was too slippery >our clothes were too thin>some days we couldn't cover>more than a couple of miles>our food was wild berries>our shelter was low branches >mornings we waded the flooded creeks>evenings we crouched in mist at the sky's edge>>we stopped near T'ung-chia Marsh>before crossing the high pass>and my friend Sun Tsai >took us in>>his generosity reaches to the clouds >>we arrived in pitch dark >they lit the lamps, opened the gates>brought warm water to bathe our feet>cut paper silhouettes and burned them>calling back our frightened spirits>>his wife and children came out to greet us>when they saw how we looked they burst into tears>my children, exhausted, had fallen asleep>we woke them so they could eat>from the platters of food>"You and I," Sun Tsai said, >"will be sworn as brothers">and the hall was put at our disposal >and we were told to feel at home. >>in these bad times>where do you find>that kind of trust? >>it's a year since we left there>the Tartars are still on the rampage>Sun Tsai, I wish I had wings>so I could fly>straight to your house>to see you again.
Tu Fu is like gook Shakespeare so I'm sure the original is very elegant and nice but I can't read it. Even if you speak some variety of modern Chinese you can't really read it. You recognize the words but a lot of work is left to you to turn them back into language, and there's an annoying complex understanding of the correct way to do that, it's not just up to you to do it however you want.Translator is David Young from a little green compilation of Tang era poets. There are a lot of other bangers in there but this is the most emotional one. Tu Fu worked for the state and was a refugee with his family, the poem is likely from experience.
The tiger, by Miger
>>25612515One of the best poets from Niger.
Be DrunkCharles BaudelaireYou have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
>>25612381post it, faggot
>>25612375book fell on my head and I flinched, yes
>>25612661That's fucking fire, frfr.
The Perpetratorby Stefan GeorgeI let myself sink before the forgotten window: now,Open your wings to me as always, and enfold me here belowYou, whom I have always longed for, you blessed twilight,Today I will surrender myself completely to the soothing peace.For tomorrow, when the rays slant, it will have happenedWhat inescapably torments me in these stifling hoursThen pursuers will stand behind me like shadowsAnd the indiscriminate mob that stones me will seek me out.Whoever never measured the mark on his brother for the dagger thrustHow easy is his life, and how shallow his thoughts,For he who did not eat the numbing grains of hemlock!Oh, if only you knew how much I despise you all, even a little!For you too, my friends, will say tomorrow: thus vanishedAn entire life full of hope and honor here on earth...How gently the slumbering land cradles me today,How softly I feel the evening’s peace around me!Translated with DeepL---Der Tätervon Stefan GeorgeIch lasse mich hin vorm vergessenen fenster: nun zuDie flügel wie immer mir auf und hülle hieniedenDu stets mir ersehnte du segnende dämmrung mich zuHeut will ich noch ganz mich ergeben dem lindernden frieden.Denn morgen beim schrägen der strahlen ist es geschehnWas unentrinnbar in hemmenden stunden mich peinigtDann werden verfolger als schatten hinter mir stehnUnd suchen wird mich die wahllose menge die steinigt.Wer niemals am bruder den fleck für den dolchstoss bemassWie leicht ist sein leben und wie dünn das gedachteDem der von des schierlings betäubenden körnern nicht ass!O wüsstet ihr wie ich euch alle ein wenig verachte!Denn auch ihr freunde redet morgen: so schwandEin ganzes leben voll hoffnung und ehre hienieden ..Wie wiegt mich heute so mild das entschlummernde landWie fühl ich sanft um mich des abends frieden!
Ozymandias
>>25612381>>25612387Can you help me understand why people seem to really like that poem? It never clicked for me.
>>25613621its about fucking TIGERS
>>25612491>>25612499>the Tartars are still on the rampageI don't want to derail this thread with some pointless historical question, but would the Tang Chinese have used "Tartar" to refer to whoever he's referring to? I looked up another translation (Eric Pankey) and he just uses "rebels" in place of "Tartars":>A year has past since we separated.>Still the rebels fight in the south.Thank you for posting that poem btw, the imagery is great.>evenings we crouched in mist at the sky's edge
>>25612375do we just reshovel feces from rsp nowgood lord I haven't seen this place until now it's like here but even snobbier and with actual "normal"fags that aren't aware of themselves
Gray's Elegy of courseBeattie's Minstrel
>>25613781>Gray's Elegybased.
>>25613624I must have missed the sex part.
>>25612375I know it's kitschy but I'm a sucker for Frost
>>25613648I don't have the historical background or translation experience to be able to tell you, sorry. In general these Tang era poems, when read literally, just give you the English equivalent of something likeDEAD RICE WHITE OWL MOURNING DEAR WIFEWhich to a Chinese speaking reader will sound exceptionally elegant but will make about as much sense as it does above. They have to take a class in college where they're taught enough about the context and traditions of the time that they can start making what's considered the correct sense of things. The book I took that translation from has like 15 poems from each of five different Tang era poets and I think the translator was much more focused on accessibility than accuracy, but I like his selections and translations, which probably says something about me.It's the fifth book down on this page:https://www2.oberlin.edu/ocpress/translation_series.htm
>>25612375'Een jongen krijgt een meisjesbrief' by Willem Wilmink.
>>25614208this and that tiger poem have me wondering if this kind of thing is like a monkeys-with-typewriters effect or if young children are somehow gifted with poetry
>>25614155>much more focused on accessibility than accuracymakes sense and either way you prolly wouldn't want to run into Tartars or rebels. Thanks for the response and link.
>>25612375The City Limits by AR Ammons.
>>256143301. they say what they see2. they don't use flowery language for no reason
>>25612375Yeah, tons, I have a folder of them saved from social pages, plus a private anthology compiled in memory and bookmarks.
GoylemDo you think it is fun to be a god-damn monster? Do we shmear our clay on shabbes? No! one will forgive you, not even with Ukraine’s flagsfluttering like torn pages in all yournostrils. Okay, nu, you’ve got me: I did precipitate the plummet of the bit-coin. Remember that darling marmosetat the Museum of Civilization? The onefrom those Twitter petitions? I regret to inform you that marmosets have been deemed kosher for passover by the chiefme. I didn’t mean to be so confessional.You just bring out the best in me, Velt.
Any poem about tigers can't go wrongOtherwise Wasteland, Endymion
>>256144030. Their teacher has served an editor / publisher function for us in advance
>>25612375Bongs have banned foie gras. Shit's crazy. Yeah I know it's barbaric but man, it tastes good. You're missing out, lads.
>>25613701>pseud drivelIt's a tongue-in-cheek poem, Jesus.
>>25612375>And neither the angels in Heaven above> Nor the demons down under the sea>Can ever dissever my soul from the soul> Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
>>25612375The Golden Journey to Samarkandhttps://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_collected_poems_of_James_Elroy_Flecker/The_Golden_Journey_to_Samarkand
>>25613621what kind of loving god would make both the tiger and the lamb?
>>25614571Eating animals is indefensible
La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Keats makes me genuinely unsettled. It's a spooky poem, maybe the only truly spooky poem I've ever read.
Aren't these just tweets?
>genuinely
He with body waged a fight,But body won; it walks upright.Then he struggled with the heart;Innocence and peace depart.Then he struggled with the mind;His proud heart he left behind.Now his wars on God begin;At stroke of midnight God shall win.WB Yeats
>>25612375Yes, but it was amateur poetry.
