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"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost

"Chicago" by Carl Sandburg

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The one that came immediately to mind is HOUND OF HEAVEN by Thompson.

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When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams

as the north wind lays waste the garden.



For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.



Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.



All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.



But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.



When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.



Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

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by Kahlil Gibran "On Love"

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'The Raven' (E.A.P) and 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde' (R.L Stevenson)

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Yes, its called, "The Appointment in Samarra" (W. Somerset Maugham's version)

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One of my favourites!

The ice cart

Perched on my city office-stool,

I watched with envy, while a cool

And lucky carter handled ice. . . .

And I was wandering in a trice,

Far from the grey and grimy heat

Of that intolerable street,

O'er a sapphire berg and emerald floe,

Beneath the still, cold ruby glow

Of everlasting Polar night,

Bewildered by the queer half-light,

Until I stumbled, unawares,

Upon a creek where big white bears

Plunged headlong down with flourished heels

And floundered after shining seals

Through shivering seas of blinding blue.

And as I watched them, ere I knew,

I'd ********, and I was swimming too,

Among the seal-pack, young and hale,

And thrusting on with threshing tail,

With twist and twirl and sudden leap

Through crackling ice and salty deep --

Diving and doubling with my kind,

Until, at last, we left behind

Those big, white, blundering bulks of death,

And lay, at length, with panting breath

Upon a far untravelled floe,

Beneath a gentle drift of snow --

Snow drifting gently, fine and white,

Out of the endless Polar night,

Falling and falling evermore

Upon that far untravelled shore,

Till I was buried fathoms deep

Beneath the cold white drifting sleep --

Sleep drifting deep,

Deep drifting sleep. . . .



The carter cracked a sudden whip:

I clutched my stool with startled grip.

Awakening to the grimy heat

Of that intolerable street.

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Oh me! Oh Life! by Walt Whitman.

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I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison.



It's one of those literary classics that everyone should know about but a surprisingly low number of people actually do. Read it!

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have read it, was surprisingly epic o_o

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Do you write your own poetry?

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i do, it is shite tho..lol

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Thd Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

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love that!

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yes

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