A dark poem, it seems a romantic history, but he's Edgar Allan Poe:
ANNABEL LEE
Author: 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.
I was a child and she 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, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
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 the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love 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 feel 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 the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
I especially liked the last bit- when I was a boy I even memorised it by heart.
I must confess, everyone, that I don't feel quite as much comfortable with this new development as I thought I'd be. I guess I feel as if this should be more open to discussion. I guess what I'm seeing is just texas' point of view. Anyone else agrees?
I especially liked the last bit- when I was a boy I even memorised it by heart.
I must confess, everyone, that I don't feel quite as much comfortable with this new development as I thought I'd be. I guess I feel as if this should be more open to discussion. I guess what I'm seeing is just texas' point of view. Anyone else agrees?
I agree. Just copying texts may get boring and mechanical. We could discuss on them, comment and share opinions.
Here's one of my favourites (I've got lots of favourites...:rolleyes:): see his experimental style.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
From "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens
I like it, i could not read this book, it was no so funny for me, but this quote is very good.
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world.
He visto este hilo muchas veces por hay pero no me he atrevido a entrar. Estoy aprendiendo ingles y mi nivel no es muy bueno pero me encantaria unirme a vosotros.
La verdad es que no tenbgo muy claro a que os dedicais en este hilo, pero me gustaria participar.
Disculpadme si no me expreso con total claridad.:)
Hi!
I have seen this topic many times but I have never been so brave to come in.
Im learning englis so my level is not very good, but I would like to join to this team.
Im not sure about the work in this topic but I would like to get participate.
Hi Unai, the thread is not so special. We are supposed to hang poems or quotations we like, for the others to comment. It's just an exchange of information and knowledge. If you like, you can just read the texts and comment, or put any text you choose. It's a light way of learning English and American poetry and literature. It's for learning and practicing. And enjoying!:)
Welcome Unai. This is just a place where you can relax and do whatever you want in English. If you have a doubt about something, feel confident! This is the place. If you want to share anything, come on and show us! There's only one rule, right? In English please.
Anyway, just like dear Shai I want to share with you all a poem; neither English nor American, but by one of the greatest Irish poets of all times:
W.B. Yeats Easter 1916
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
Oh! thank you very much for your welcome. I
was unsafe because my english level is not as good as yours.
I have been trying to learn english alone, but now Im learning with a class.
I read some books adapted to my level and usually I watch my favourits serials with subtitles in spanish. I want to improve my level.
I love traveling and english is very important to can speak with each others.
I hope go to work to another country, for now Im waiting answer about scloarship to go to Finland for 3 months.
This is one of my favourite songs, by one of my favourite singer: Johnny Cash. Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
I have a confidence to make and I know of no one better than you, gentlemen and ladies, to share with.
I have come to realise that you learn as you live. This might be quite obvious, but when it happens to someone who has been moving places, crossing boundaries and switching languages that turns quite obsessing. In the sense that you learn different things at different moments of your life, and therefore, I realised that I know how to say some things in one language but not in the other. Curious isn't it? At the end of the day you just end up being a linguistic mess who can speak several languages but none of them properly. I'm not asking for advice- I know you could ive me none. I just had a thought and wanted to share it with my fellow colleagues, particularly because it deals with languages, words and meanings.
I have a confidence to make and I know of no one better than you, gentlemen and ladies, to share with.
I have come to realise that you learn as you live. This might be quite obvious, but when it happens to someone who has been moving places, crossing boundaries and switching languages that turns quite obsessing. In the sense that you learn different things at different moments of your life, and therefore, I realised that I know how to say some things in one language but not in the other. Curious isn't it? At the end of the day you just end up being a linguistic mess who can speak several languages but none of them properly. I'm not asking for advice- I know you could ive me none. I just had a thought and wanted to share it with my fellow colleagues, particularly because it deals with languages, words and meanings.
I can give you advice on this, since I went through it long before you... The best thing you can do is to keep on learning; besides, you're always going to feel "different" from those who didn't get your same experience (language and cultural variety). Learning is a blessing, the more you'll learn, the richer you'll be. It also helps you to deal with different people in different environments, it opens your mind. But be prepared to feel you're not meat, nor fish!
Two last things, I quote: "Live as if you were going to die tomorrow; learn as if you were going to live forever." Gandhi
"A human mind is a beautiful thing to waste." Einstein
I dedicate this beautiful poem to Miss Shaianti and, well, in general, to all those subscribed to this thread.
By the great Dylan Thomas, on his father's deathbed:
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I dedicate this beautiful poem to Miss Shaianti and, well, in general, to all those subscribed to this thread.
By the great Dylan Thomas, on his father's deathbed:
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Sad and beautiful! Thanks, Menzies, my young friend!
Sad and beautiful! Thanks, Menzies, my young friend!
You're always most welcome, Shaianti. It is sad, it's true. But I respect how Thomas tells, almost commands his father not to accept death in peace and quietly, but enraged and fiercely. A true example, if you ask me- people should not simply accept death, but should try fighting it to the very end. Even if there were no use, when did mankind needed reason to fight for a cause? And what cause is more worth to fight to death than Life?
You're always most welcome, Shaianti. It is sad, it's true. But I respect how Thomas tells, almost commands his father not to accept death in peace and quietly, but enraged and fiercely. A true example, if you ask me- people should not simply accept death, but should try fighting it to the very end. Even if there were no use, when did mankind needed reason to fight for a cause? And what cause is more worth to fight to death than Life?
You're right, but there is a point at the final breath, when it's less painful to just let yourself go...(I can assure you, I've seen it).
I've only seen two men passing away, my grandfather, to whom death came unexpected, even when he was more than 80, and to one of my best friends on his birthday, and he was driven over, so can't say any of them left in peace. I'm sure you're completely right, in fact most people say elderly people, especially,often reach a moment when they simply accept death. But I would like to think I will die fighting, and never surrender to death.
But death is something you can't beat, Menzies. And sorry if that sounds insensitive to you, but... after all, death is the only thing we can always expect. And that's why you shouldn't expect to die old and to fight death to your last breath, but live your life trying to be as happy as you can be. And I don't mean common happiness, having a good job, a family, a lot of cool stuff and all that. No. I think everyone should find their own happiness, whether if it is travelling around the world with only your shoes and your backpack, or if it is learning something new in every single minute of your life... or everything together.
Just as Tyler Durden said (I know it's a very used character), "You have to know... not fear... know... that someday you're gonna die"
It is very good reflexion about Tyler Durden´s sentence.
I like very much "Fight Club",the first I saw the movie It liked me so much that, then decided read the book.
Usually the film is not as well as the book, it is not this case.
I have seen this movie many times, it has a great message to think about our society, the capitalist system and how people become crazy cause these stupid materialistic society.
Has somebody ever read any book by Chuck Palahniuk?
I've never read the book. I'm not sure how anyone else feels about this, but I get the sense that once you've seen a movie, the book in itself will suck, or won't live up to the expectations of the movie. Likewise, once one has read the book, it's like you're going to inexorably judge the movie as bad. I’m guessing it’s all subjective.
It is very good reflexion about Tyler Durden´s sentence.
I like very much "Fight Club",the first I saw the movie It liked me so much that, then decided read the book.
Usually the film is not as well as the book, it is not this case.
I have seen this movie many times, it has a great message to think about our society, the capitalist system and how people become crazy cause these stupid materialistic society.
Has somebody ever read any book by Chuck Palahniuk?
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ANNABEL LEE
Author: 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.
I was a child and she 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, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
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 the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love 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 feel 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 the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
.
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct
the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present
period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its
being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree
of comparison only."
From "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens
I must confess, everyone, that I don't feel quite as much comfortable with this new development as I thought I'd be. I guess I feel as if this should be more open to discussion. I guess what I'm seeing is just texas' point of view. Anyone else agrees?
I agree. Just copying texts may get boring and mechanical. We could discuss on them, comment and share opinions.
Here's one of my favourites (I've got lots of favourites...:rolleyes:): see his experimental style.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
E.E. Cummings
I like it, i could not read this book, it was no so funny for me, but this quote is very good.
Here's another "interesting exercise":
A Poem by Jane Boyle
I saw you
Long before your eyes caught mine
I watched you
Long before you noticed me
I followed you
Long before your shadow awoke
I knew you
Long before your mind probed mine
I kissed you
Long before your lips saught mine
I loved you
Long before you loved at all
I killed you
Long before you were really born.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
He visto este hilo muchas veces por hay pero no me he atrevido a entrar. Estoy aprendiendo ingles y mi nivel no es muy bueno pero me encantaria unirme a vosotros.
La verdad es que no tenbgo muy claro a que os dedicais en este hilo, pero me gustaria participar.
Disculpadme si no me expreso con total claridad.:)
Hi!
I have seen this topic many times but I have never been so brave to come in.
Im learning englis so my level is not very good, but I would like to join to this team.
Im not sure about the work in this topic but I would like to get participate.
It's for learning and practicing. And enjoying!:)
Anyway, just like dear Shai I want to share with you all a poem; neither English nor American, but by one of the greatest Irish poets of all times:
W.B. Yeats Easter 1916
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
was unsafe because my english level is not as good as yours.
I have been trying to learn english alone, but now Im learning with a class.
I read some books adapted to my level and usually I watch my favourits serials with subtitles in spanish. I want to improve my level.
I love traveling and english is very important to can speak with each others.
I hope go to work to another country, for now Im waiting answer about scloarship to go to Finland for 3 months.
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
I have come to realise that you learn as you live. This might be quite obvious, but when it happens to someone who has been moving places, crossing boundaries and switching languages that turns quite obsessing. In the sense that you learn different things at different moments of your life, and therefore, I realised that I know how to say some things in one language but not in the other. Curious isn't it? At the end of the day you just end up being a linguistic mess who can speak several languages but none of them properly. I'm not asking for advice- I know you could ive me none. I just had a thought and wanted to share it with my fellow colleagues, particularly because it deals with languages, words and meanings.
I can give you advice on this, since I went through it long before you...
The best thing you can do is to keep on learning; besides, you're always going to feel "different" from those who didn't get your same experience (language and cultural variety). Learning is a blessing, the more you'll learn, the richer you'll be. It also helps you to deal with different people in different environments, it opens your mind. But be prepared to feel you're not meat, nor fish!
Two last things, I quote:
"Live as if you were going to die tomorrow; learn as if you were going to live forever." Gandhi
"A human mind is a beautiful thing to waste." Einstein
By the great Dylan Thomas, on his father's deathbed:
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Sad and beautiful! Thanks, Menzies, my young friend!
You're always most welcome, Shaianti. It is sad, it's true. But I respect how Thomas tells, almost commands his father not to accept death in peace and quietly, but enraged and fiercely. A true example, if you ask me- people should not simply accept death, but should try fighting it to the very end. Even if there were no use, when did mankind needed reason to fight for a cause? And what cause is more worth to fight to death than Life?
You're right, but there is a point at the final breath, when it's less painful to just let yourself go...(I can assure you, I've seen it).
Just as Tyler Durden said (I know it's a very used character), "You have to know... not fear... know... that someday you're gonna die"
I like very much "Fight Club",the first I saw the movie It liked me so much that, then decided read the book.
Usually the film is not as well as the book, it is not this case.
I have seen this movie many times, it has a great message to think about our society, the capitalist system and how people become crazy cause these stupid materialistic society.
Has somebody ever read any book by Chuck Palahniuk?