Random poetry post
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The Garden of Love
William Blake
I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
I'm one of those crazy people who actually likes studying poetry. I studied William Blake in sixth form, and still read it. This is one of my favs.
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Date: 2007-10-27 07:17 am (UTC)I'm a bit picky with poetry: I like the more old-fashioned, structured stuff, usually nineteenth century Romantic (as in: to do with nature, not necessarily love) poetry, but I absolutely hate most modern poetry. For me it's about the evocative language, so I don't like fragmented, torn or nonsensical poems. And while I like reading poetry, analysing it always ruins the fun. Also, I'm bad at it. We've been learning them since seventh grade, but I still can't distinguish between rhyme schemes etc.
Anyway, this? Is lovely. I like the style and the meaning. *notes William Blake for further reading*
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Date: 2007-10-27 11:34 pm (UTC)You'd like William Blake. Look up his 'Songs of Innocence and Experience' on the net. I think you'd like the 'experience' part.
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:42 am (UTC)