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Poetry/prose sharing

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over 1 year ago

This is a thread that has come out of a discussion between myself and Steven.

We have had 2 other shared threads that have come about in this way: Paranormal and Creative.

Please share your poetry, either something you have written, or one that you like/has meaning to you.

Prose is welcome too.

Here's my contribution from Yeats for starters:

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven: Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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  • 2 months ago

    I Sit Beside The Fire and Think by JRR Tolkien

     

    I sit beside the fire and think

    Of all that I have seen

    Of meadow flowers and butterflies

    In summers that have been

     

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer

    In autumns that there were

    With morning mist and silver sun

    And wind upon my hair

     

    I sit beside the fire and think

    Of how the world will be

    When winter comes without a spring

    That I shall ever see

     

    For still there are so many things

    That I have never seen

    In every wood in every spring

    There is a different green

     

    I sit beside the fire and think

    Of people long ago

    And people that will see a world

    That I shall never know

     

    But all the while I sit and think

    Of times there were before

    I listen for returning feet

    And voices at the door

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  • 2 months ago

    I Sit Beside The Fire and Think by JRR Tolkien

     

    I sit beside the fire and think

    Of all that I have seen

    Of meadow flowers and butterflies

    In summers that have been

     

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer

    In autumns that there were

    With morning mist and silver sun

    And wind upon my hair

     

    I sit beside the fire and think

    Of how the world will be

    When winter comes without a spring

    That I shall ever see

     

    For still there are so many things

    That I have never seen

    In every wood in every spring

    There is a different green

     

    I sit beside the fire and think

    Of people long ago

    And people that will see a world

    That I shall never know

     

    But all the while I sit and think

    Of times there were before

    I listen for returning feet

    And voices at the door

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