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Aug 10, 2018 12:53:34 GMT
Post by theofficialflin on Aug 10, 2018 12:53:34 GMT
This thread is shared, a place to post favorite poems, or maybe just something you came across. These are poems that do not belong to you, so make sure that you credit the author in your reply.
To start, this poem was in a wrapper from a chocolate that my husband bought me while we were out running errands the other day. Id you've never had Chocolove chocolate, it's pretty fantastic. I love dark chocolate.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
- William Shakespeare
If you share a poem, and you can remember why or where you came across it, please share! As well as your thoughts on the poem.
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▲ Grieving Over Denis Ten's Death
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Aug 15, 2018 10:56:45 GMT
Post by zenthewriter on Aug 15, 2018 10:56:45 GMT
Someone on twitter shared this poem on the day Denis Ten was murdered and I saw it the next day and they said that they were thinking about the following poem after they heard of his tragic passing.
To an Athlete Dying Young
BY A. E. HOUSMAN
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
I can see why they were thinking of this poem. He was celebrated in Kazakhstan after he won the bronze at the 2014 Sochi Olympics, his two world championship medals, and his 2015 Four Continents title. He had essentially kick started the figure skating scene there and had organized an ice show called 'Denis Ten and Friends' (the last show was held a few weeks before his death). Now they had to mourn his senseless death and lay him to rest. His funeral was held two days after his death and the figure skating community had very touching messages. He has left a lasting legacy on the sport and I only hope we can remember him for who he was on the ice and off.
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