Poetry & Writing

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Yggdrasilion

Aspiring Commoner
Aug 17, 2014
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#1
This is the only place I felt was somewhat appropriate.
As I've noted in my introduction, I've dabbled in poetry and other forms of literature over the years, and since I'm new here, I felt like sharing some of it might be a good way of opening up to the group xP

This is a little glimpse into my poetry work. Don't know if it's any of your cup of tea, but I'm really not too bothered if it isn't. If it is, wonderful :)

Feel free to share things that you enjoy doing outside of the insanity that is MCME.
 

TheSpeedy_

Hardcore MCME-er
Mar 17, 2014
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Amazon Prime Racetrack
#2
My favorite Walt Whitman poem: O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman