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    I find "Shadows" by D H Lawrence, very moving.

    And if tonight my soul may find her peace
    in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
    and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
    then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

    And if, as weeks go round, in the dark of the moon
    my spirit darkens and goes out, and soft strange gloom
    pervades my movements and my thoughts and words
    then I shall know that I am walking still
    with God, we are close together now the moon’s in shadow.

    And if, as autumn deepens and darkens
    I feel the pain of falling leaves, and stems that break in storms
    and trouble and dissolution and distress
    and then the softness of deep shadows folding,
    folding around my soul and spirit, around my lips
    so sweet, like a swoon, or more like the drowse of a low, sad song
    singing darker than the nightingale, on, on to the solstice
    and the silence of short days, the silence of the year, the shadow,
    then I shall know that my life is moving still
    with the dark earth, and drenched
    with the deep oblivion of earth’s lapse and renewal.

    And if, in the changing phases of man’s life
    I fall in sickness and in misery
    my wrists seem broken and my heart seems dead
    and strength is gone, and my life
    is only the leavings of a life:

    and still, among it all, snatches of lovely oblivion, and snatches of renewal
    odd, wintry flowers upon the withered stem, yet new, strange flowers
    such as my life has not brought forth before, new blossoms of me

    then I must know that still
    I am in the hands of the unknown God,
    he is breaking me down to his own oblivion
    to send me forth on a new morning, a new man.

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    France Bretagne Trégor France Bretagne Kroaz Du
    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I’ve tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.

    Robert Frost

    Il pleure dans mon cœur

    Paul Verlaine

    Il pleure dans mon cœur
    Comme il pleut sur la ville;
    Quelle est cette langueur
    Qui pénètre mon cœur?
    Ô bruit doux de la pluie
    Par terre et sur les toits!
    Pour un cœur qui s’ennuie
    Ô le bruit de la pluie!
    Il pleure sans raison
    Dans ce cœur qui s’écœure.
    Quoi! nulle trahison? …
    Ce deuil est sans raison.
    C’est bien la pire peine
    De ne savoir pourquoi
    Sans amour et sans haine,
    Mon cœur a tant de peine.

    Tears fall in my heart

    English Translation © Richard Stokes

    Tears fall in my heart
    As rain falls on the town;
    What is this torpor
    Pervading my heart?
    Ah, the soft sound of rain
    On the ground and roofs!
    For a listless heart,
    Ah, the sound of the rain!
    Tears fall without reason
    In this disheartened heart.
    What! Was there no treason? …
    This grief’s without reason.
    And the worst pain of all
    Must be not to know why
    Without love and without hate
    My heart feels such pain.

    Translation © Richard Stokes, from A French Song Companion (Oxford, 2000)

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    Quote Originally Posted by JMcB View Post
    To be honest, I’m not really into poetry. So I can’t say this is my favorite but I like it.

    By Percy Shelley

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    Vanitas vanitatum, omnia vanitas
    Sic transit gloria mundi

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    Quote Originally Posted by Trelvern View Post
    Vanitas vanitatum, omnia vanitas
    Sic transit gloria mundi
    Paper Trail: 43.8% English, 29.7% Scottish, 12.5% Irish, 6.25% German, 6.25% Italian & 1.5% French. Or: 86% British Isles, 6.25% German, 6.25% Italian & 1.5% French.
    LDNA(c): 86.3% British Isles (48.6% English, 37.7% Scottish & Irish), 7.8% NW Germanic, 5.9% Europe South (Aegian 3.4%, Tuscany 1.3%, Sardinia 1.1%)
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    Quote Originally Posted by Trelvern View Post
    Vanitas vanitatum, omnia vanitas
    Sic transit gloria mundi
    Looks like you could do with a quote or two to cheer you up (!) :

    "Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree." (Martin Luther)

    "Carpent tua poma nepotes" (Virgil)
    Immi uiros rios toutias rias

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    Awkward to parse, but this is one of my "sticks in your head" numbers. Just a bit, because it's as long as your arm.
    Unknown Anglosaxon christianising poet, using the "ubi sunt?" form.

    "The Wanderer"

    It hints at the newly-arrived English blundering around in the colossal wreck of post-Imperial Brittania, cursing the vile weather, gawping at the stupendous ruins, and thoroughly depressed by the implications for themselves, even as they conquered in all-consuming triumph.
    Only true faith could salvage their hopes in this life, the fatuous former dreams of barbarian, pagan fame and glory dribbling away like sand through their shivering fingers.

    "A man must wait when he speaks oaths,
    until the proud-hearted one sees clearly
    whither the intent of his heart will turn.

    A wise hero must realise how terrible it will be
    when all the wealth of this world lies waste,
    as now in various places throughout this middle-earth
    walls stand, blown by the wind,
    covered with frost, storm-swept the buildings.

    The halls decay, their lords lie
    deprived of joy, the whole troop has fallen, (Roman cemeteries with their pictorial grave-markers were still very visible).
    the proud ones, by the Wall.

    War took off some, carried them on their way, (??legions evacuate to defend Roma??)
    one, the bird took off across the deep sea, (?? following the eagle, as above??)
    one, the gray wolf shared him with Death,
    one, the dreary-faced man buried in a grave. (??Plague of Justinian?? and after)

    And so He destroyed this city, He, the Creator of Men,
    until deprived of the noise of the citizens,
    the ancient work of giants stood empty.

    He who thought wisely on this foundation,
    and pondered deeply on this dark life, wise in spirit,
    remembered often from afar many conflicts,
    and spoke these words:

    "Where is the horse gone? Where the rider?
    Where the giver of treasure? Where are the seats at the feast?
    Where are the revels in the hall?
    Alas for the bright cup! Alas for the mailed warrior!
    Alas for the splendour of the prince!

    How that time has passed away, dark under the cover of night, as if it had never been!

    Now there stands in the trace of the beloved troop
    (or as we might say, on the track, or trail, of the legion; i.e. a paved road)
    a wall, wondrously high, wound round with serpents
    (likely a metaphor or kenning for (evergreen) ivy overgrowth)
    The warriors taken off by the glory of spears,
    the weapons greedy for slaughter, the famous fate
    (turn of events),
    and storms beat these rocky cliffs,
    (of the Whin Sill)
    falling frost fetters the earth,
    the harbinger of winter;

    Then dark comes, nightshadows deepen,
    from the north there comes
    a rough hailstorm in malice against men.
    All is troublesome in this earthly kingdom,
    the turn of events changes the world under the heavens.

    Here money is fleeting, here friend is fleeting,
    here man is fleeting, here kinsman is fleeting,
    all the foundation of this world turns to waste!

    Absolute barrel of laughs innit.
    Last edited by glentane; 04-03-2020 at 12:55 AM. Reason: forgot lynx. Also did a bit of speculating.

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