lacoste is trying to set the record for most absurdly long posts today.
John ChrysostomHe who had gone a beastDown on his knees and handsRemembering lust and murderFelt now a gust of grace,Lifted his burnished faceFrom the psalter of the sands,And found his thoughts in orderAnd cleared his throat at last.What they heard then was a voiceThat taught what they could learnFrom any gelded priestYet rang like a great choir,He having taught hell's fireA singing way to burn,And borrowed of some dumb beastThe wildness to rejoice.-Richard Wilbur
Quote from: jayscoot on July 19, 2006, 03:17:04 PMlacoste is trying to set the record for most absurdly long posts today.Yeah skip Howl. Only the first 20 lines are so are golden. But that "Puerto Rican Obituary" is straight fire.
Quote from: chief justice lacoste on July 19, 2006, 03:28:16 PMQuote from: jayscoot on July 19, 2006, 03:17:04 PMlacoste is trying to set the record for most absurdly long posts today.Yeah skip Howl. Only the first 20 lines are so are golden. But that "Puerto Rican Obituary" is straight fire.Word.If only theyhad used the white supremacy biblesfor toilet paper purposeand make their latino soulsthe only religion of their raceHow you feel about that?
I will always love anything written by Shel Silverstein Where the Sidewalk Ends
ANNABEL LEE by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. She was a child and I was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee-- With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud by night Chilling my Annabel Lee; So that her high-born kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me:-- Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling And killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we-- Of many far wiser than we- 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:-- For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea-- In her tomb by the side of the sea.