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  • Stevie Smith; Not waving but drowning

    Nobody heard him, the dead man,
    But still he lay moaning:
    I was much further out than you thought
    And not waving but drowning.

    Poor chap, he always loved larking
    And now he’s dead
    It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
    They said.

    Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
    (Still the dead one lay moaning)
    I was much too far out all my life
    And not waving but drowning.
    The Tyger
    BY WILLIAM BLAKE
    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?
    Pretty self explanatory and yet mysterious at the same time as is always the case with Dickinson. She wasn’t really writing for an audience usually, just for herself. Calvary is suffering. I take the poem to mean in essence that you will be miserable if you don’t have faith in the “truth” of your feelings of love. But I’m not sure. She’s a weirdo.
    Emily Dickinson, untitled.

    That I did always love,
    I bring thee proof:
    That till I loved
    I did not love enough.

    That I shall love alway,
    I offer thee
    That love is life,
    And life hath immortality.

    This, dost thou doubt, sweet?
    Then have I
    Nothing to show
    But Calvary.
    The first poem by Wordsworth is about his girlfriend who died, he is contemplating how she seemed eternal when they were lovers, but now she has died she will disintegrate and join nature and be rolled around in the earth instead of having her own motion, her motion was her essence and life force. The second poem by Byron is pretty self explanatory, the purity or innocence radiates out and makes him crush on the pretty dark haired lady. Probably in contrast with himself because he was a massive dickhead who abandoned all his kids so he admires virtue and peace when he sees it. Good poet though. I like to speak them out loud to feel them. Third one coming tomorrow. (Unless you tell me to stop and I will cease immediately :) )
    Lesson 2, lord Byron.

    CLXXIII. "She walks in beauty”

    SHE walks in beauty, like the night
    Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
    And all that's best of dark and bright
    Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
    Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5
    Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

    One shade the more, one ray the less,
    Had half impair'd the nameless grace
    Which waves in every raven tress
    Or softly lightens o'er her face, 10
    Where thoughts serenely sweet express
    How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

    And on that cheek and o'er that brow
    So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
    The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 15
    But tell of days in goodness spent,—
    A mind at peace with all below,
    A heart whose love is innocent.
    Yes, it is beautiful. I know you are not a poetry guy. This is why I posted it. What would you say it is about ? I shall post another one tomorrow.
    Introduction to romantic poetry, lesson 1.

    A Slumber did my Spirit Seal


    By William Wordsworth

    A slumber did my spirit seal;

    I had no human fears:

    She seemed a thing that could not feel

    The touch of earthly years.



    No motion has she now, no force;

    She neither hears nor sees;

    Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,

    With rocks, and stones, and trees.
    No unfortunately, try making a thread, even if you were banned in the past that was a long time ago and someone's bound to know something.
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