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Thread: Poetic association game
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Ariel
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Here's how it works:
You post 1-4 lines of a poem (not your own work, by an established poet) and the next person posts 1-4 lines of another poem that contains a keyword from your quote. The person after them then picks a different keyword out of the last post and posts their quote. Etc. Simples!
It might also be helpful to attribute it so that people can look it up if they want – some fragments of poetry can make you want to read more.
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May you be led on all your walks
By an unidentified bird
Flitting ahead, at least one branch
(Gwyneth Lewis, "Small Brown Job" )
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Baptist Trainfan
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Will this do?
With oh such peculiar branching and over-reaching of wire
Trolley-bus standards pick their threads from the London sky
Diminishing up the perspective, Highbury-bound retire ...
(John Betjeman, "St Saviour's, Aberdeen Park")
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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Thy famous Maire*, by pryncely governaunce,
With sword of justice thee ruleth prudently.
No Lord of Parys, Venyce, or Floraunce
In dignitye or honour goeth to hym nigh.
He is exampler, loode-ster, and guye;
Principall patrone and rose orygynalle,
Above all Maires as maister most worthy:
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.
William Dunbar In Honour of the City of London **
*Dunbar obviously gifted with a prophetic vision of Boris Johnson
**It would be good if posters could link to a full text, for those who'd like to read the whole thing.
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North East Quine
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But the snaw it stopped the herdin' an' the winter brocht him dool,
When in spite o' hacks an' chilblains he was shod again for school:
He couldna sough the catechis nor pipe the rule o' three,
He was keepit in an' lickit when the ither loons got free:
But he aften played the truant - 'twas the only thing he played,
For the maister brunt the whistle that the wee herd made!
Charles Murray's The Whistle
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Ariel
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# 58
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Gray's Elegy in a Country Churchyard
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Penny S
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But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
"Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold Wiki annotated version
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North East Quine
Curious beastie
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I have a lovely poem which includes night-wind but can't find the full text online. It's about two women enjoying a romantic / sexual tryst.
Instead, I offer;
When Henry, with his Latest Breath
Cried "Oh, my friends, be warned by me.
That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch and Tea
Are all the human frame requires..."
With that, the Wretched Child expires.
Henry King by Hilaire Belloc.
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot.
John Donne Song
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Baptist Trainfan
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Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
From Juliet's final speech, Shakespeare,
Romeo and Juliet IV.iii.
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agingjb
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What is this that roareth thus?
Can it be a Motor Bus?
Yes, the smell and hideous hum
Indicat Motorem Bum!
(MOTOR BUS by: A.D. Godley)
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Chesterbelloc
Tremendous trifler
# 3128
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Let all things travel faster
Where motor car is master
Till only Speed remains.
[John Betjeman, Inexpensive Progress ]
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Baptist Trainfan
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'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
From "Ozymandias" - Shelley. (But I think you guessed).
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North East Quine
Curious beastie
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Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Longfellow's The Wreck of the Hesperus
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Baptist Trainfan
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Don't anyone dare post "In the bleak midwinter". I can't stand it!
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Baptist Trainfan
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Got it!
A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
"The Journey of the Magi" - T S Eliot (I remembered it from school!)
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RuthW
liberal "peace first" hankie squeezer
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Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
Longfellow's translation of opening lines, Dante's Inferno
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
To Any Reader: R L Stevenson
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
# 619
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Oops. Oh well, choice of two for the next poster.
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North East Quine
Curious beastie
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(Firenze)
She waits for each and other,
She waits for all men born;
Forgets the earth her mother
The life of fruits and corn
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(Gwai)
From too much love of living
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
both from Swinburne's The Garden of Proserpine
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the famous rachel
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Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail
May’s beauty massacre and wispčd wild clouds grow
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No,
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.
Gerard Manley-Hopkins
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Baptist Trainfan
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Shaespeare (As You Like It).
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!
Let us Do—or Die!
Burns: Scots Wha Hae
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QLib
Bad Example
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
John Donne
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Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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the famous rachel
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Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death
Roger McGough
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Baptist Trainfan
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The curtains now are drawn,
And the spindrift strikes the glass,
Blown up the jagged pass
By the surly salt sou’-west,
And the sneering glare is gone
Behind the yonder crest,
While she sings to me.
Thomas Hardy.
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
G K Chesterton: Lepanto
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QLib
Bad Example
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Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Jane Kenyon: Let Evening Come
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Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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Baptist Trainfan
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In politics there’s room for jest;
With frequent gibes are speeches met,
And measures which are of the best
Are themes for caustic humor yet.
E’en though the pulpiteer we fret
With sundry quiddities we fling,
We pray you never to forget
That cricket is a serious thing.
Edward George Dyson (1865-1931).
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QLib
Bad Example
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[I know this doesn't actually contain the word 'cricket', but it's surely got to be ...]
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
Newbolt: Vitai Lampada
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Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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Not to mention-
For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost
Francis Thompson At Lord's
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Yangtze
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I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
Thomas Hardy The Darkling Thrush
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organic cotton, fair trade cotton, linen
Sometimes I wonder What's for Afters?
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Jamat
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"The sun's rims dips; the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Ancient Mariner" whisper
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Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven
with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect
Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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Baptist Trainfan
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"His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appeared
Less than Archangel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured: as when the sun new-risen
Looks through the horizontal misty air
Shorn of his beams, or, from behind the moon,
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs".
John Milton, "Paradise Lost", book 1.
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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Jamat, it is for each poster to choose a link word from the preceding quote.
Firenze
8th Day Host
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Jamat
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Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's Changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
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Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven
with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect
Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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agingjb
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There is a Canon which confines
A Rhymed Octosyllabic Curse
If written in Iambic Verse
To fifty lines.
(Lines to a Don, G.K.Chesterton)
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
# 619
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The blessed damozel lean’d out
From the gold bar of Heaven;
Her eyes were deeper than the depth
Of waters still’d at even;
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.
D G Rossetti The Blessed Damozel
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Robert Armin
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I HAVE desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
Double reference; this is Heaven Haven by GM Hopkins
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Keeping fit was an obsession with Fr Moity .... He did chin ups in the vestry, calisthenics in the pulpit, and had developed a series of Tai-Chi exercises to correspond with ritual movements of the Mass. The Antipope Robert Rankin
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North East Quine
Curious beastie
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Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
P.B. Shelley - Ode to a Skylark.
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Doublethink.
Ship's Foolwise Unperson
# 1984
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In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
The Tyger by William Blake
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All political thinking for years past has been vitiated in the same way. People can foresee the future only when it coincides with their own wishes, and the most grossly obvious facts can be ignored when they are unwelcome. George Orwell
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
G M Hopkins God's Grandeur
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Jamat
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This city now doth like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning, silent, bare;
Ships towers, domes theatres and temples rise;
Open unto the fields and to the skies;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Wordsworth, 'Composed On Westminster Bridge'
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Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven
with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect
Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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North East Quine
Curious beastie
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And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Byron's The Destruction of Sennacherib
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