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Farted by UnrealClock, January 06, 2009, 12:24:07 AM

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UnrealClock

I would love to see what you all find to be the most beautiful poem, or short story to have ever presented itself towards your eyes.
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FileCabinetClock

Obscenis, peream, Priape, si non
uti me pudet improbisque verbis
sed cum tu posito deus pudore
ostendas mihi coleos patentes
cum cunno mihi mentula est vocanda

without a doubt
the man, the legend

zl

"Ender's Game" is the first thing that comes to mind

If short comics or children's books could be included in this, I'd say "The Story of Ferdinand" and "The Snowman"

UnrealClock

Quote from: '[?;1490009']Obscenis, peream, Priape, si non
uti me pudet improbisque verbis
sed cum tu posito deus pudore
ostendas mihi coleos patentes
cum cunno mihi mentula est vocanda

without a doubt

I didn't quite have Priapeia in mind when I meant beautiful. Also whats with the silvershamrock, "mooi" word filter.
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FileCabinetClock

Quote from: UnrealClock;1490014I didn't quite have Priapeia in mind when I meant mooi. Also whats with the silvershamrock, "mooi" word filter.

beauty is a matter of opinion asshole
the man, the legend

UnrealClock

Quote from: '[?;1490016']beauty is a matter of opinion asshole



file cabinet - noun - office furniture consisting of a container for keeping papers in order
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CubeMelonClock

Anything created by my own hands and mind is of extraordinary beauty through my eyes. <3 Magic.


>>I'm not conceited, trust me


Slurpee

Toughy.

I don't think I'm quite... erudite enough to have found a real favorite poem. The one I find most beautiful right now is "Flower in the Crannied Wall" by Tennyson.
In its entirety:
QuoteFlower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
I think the poem's brevity and simple use of language reflects the underlying themes of the strange wonder of existence and the limits of human understanding without obfuscating the breadth and complexity of the topic.

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John Donne also brings a smile to my face, especially his poems about love. There's something wonderful and pleasant about his use of language that I can't quite place.

T.S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men" is beautiful, in a different sort of way.

BluezombieClock

We wonder why black and white pictures capture soul. I think it's because without color, we aren't drawn to the makeup, or the color of our eyes, or how tan our skin is. Black and white captures the innocence on one's face and the hurt they've gone through to feel vulnerable. The glow we see comes from inside, brightening our eyes, our skin and our smiles.

This was written by one of my friends. She's amazingly talented and has a big heart.
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TruncheonClock

Almost everything that William Wordsworth ever wrote, most notably though his poem "The Daffodils":

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars
that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Uh-huh
Surfaces once every so often, As though he's unable to let go of the past

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