Poetry

Jabberwocky

December 1, 2009

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’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

– Lewis Carroll


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Leisure

December 1, 2009

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WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

– WH Davies


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The Listeners

December 1, 2009

"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,    Knocking on the moonlit door;And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses    Of the forest’s ferny floor.And a bird flew up out of the turret,    Above the traveler’s head:And he smote upon the door a second time;    "Is there anybody there?" he said.But no one descended to the […]

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The Raven

December 1, 2009

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.‘’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door –Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly […]

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God’s Grandeur

December 1, 2009

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oilCrushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;And wears man’s smudge and shares […]

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Stop All the Clocks

December 1, 2009

Part 1 of this poem is particularly known for being read at the funeral in Four Weddings and a Funeral. You can see a clip here. I Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, […]

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If Only

December 1, 2009

Forever and a day, I will keep telling myself; if onlyIf only, I had not let pride carry me awayIf only, I had not let my ego get in the wayIf only, I had overcome the fear of giving too much of myself inIf only, I had stopped the self doubts within,If only, I was […]

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Ozymandias

December 1, 2009

I met a traveler from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked […]

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