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Charlie Dalton - Dead Poets Society
Marriage is all contradiction.
On blissful days, you choose to live
for the moment, as in romantic fiction;
on miserable ones, believe
in what lies beyond the blue horizon.
In short, you can't be realistic
unless you dare to throw out reason...
and marriage, after all, is a joint
venture, not a game in which
adversaries score a point;
both of you stand to lose the match.
“…television only passes the time. Pretty good
fiction passes the time a little better. Great fiction will take you to another place, and there are times when that kind of travel is essential. But poetry is the thing that will take you inside yourself, it will hand you back a piece of your soul…”
Why Poetry Can Save Your Life
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
By: Jacob, Yanni, JC, and Farhad
Jon Michael Turner - War Veteran/Poet
- Grouping And Spacing of lines
- Patterns of sounds
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Jane Hirshfield - Poem with Two Endings
Death is voracious, it swallows all the
living.
Life is voracious, it swallows all the dead.
Neither is ever satisfied, neither is ever
filled,
each swallows and swallows the world.
The grip of life is as strong as the grip of
Death.
"There’s just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal"
"No, happiness is the uncle you never
knew about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair."