#this is my favorite yeats poem

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

∞

you get “i will arise and go” by shawn kirchner!

“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.”

here’s the full poem btw

#choral music #i will arise and go #shawn kirchner #the lake isle of innisfree #yeats #william butler yeats #poetry #poems #asks #one of my all time favorite pieces from my many years in choirs growing up

[buddyhollyscurls]

the intro of song of the sea being a vo of a w.b years poem

aaaahh

#come away o human child #to the waters and the wild #with a fairy hand in hand #for the world is more full of weeping #than you can understand #its my favorite poem of his #w.b. yeats #the stolen child #song of the sea

[ailelie]

"The Mermaid" by W. B. Yeats

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.

#poetry #one of my favorite poems #w.b. yeats

[cemeterything]

Hello, do you read poetry? if so, any recommendations? thanks :)

i don't read a lot of poetry but my favorites are ozymandias by percy shelley, wild swans at coole by william butler yeats, stopping by the woods on a snowy evening by robert frost, dive for dreams by e.e. cummings, litany in which certain things are crossed out by richard siken, resurrection by vladimir holan, and the litany against fear by frank herbert (from dune) (it's a poem to me)

[godzilla-reads]

🌄 So Far So Good- Final Poems: 2014-2018 by Ursula K. Le Guin

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Before Ursula K. Le Guin was a famous novelist she was a poet, and she kept being a poet all throughout her life. This short collection of poems were the last ones written and edited by her before her death in 2018. This is the first time I’ve read her poems before, usually going with her Earthsea books.

I very much enjoyed her poetry. Each poem has a very nice flow and rhythm to it, making me feel enveloped in her world and in her mind. A lot of the poems speak of a woman who was nearing her end or who feels lost and I found those comforting and sympathetic to read.

My favorite poems in this collection were “Outsight”, “July”, and “‘Soul clap hands and louder sing’ said Yeats”.

“I am used to being lonely

but forever to be a stranger

is a strange grief.”

—IV. The Unknown Continent

#godzilla reads #so far so good #so far so good: final poems #ursula k. le guin #poetry books #book review #book blog #poems #books #booklr #reading #bookworm #bookish

[djgvr69a]

Here's a song for Easter, appropriately called Easter, by one of my favorite bands. This song is one of all time favorite songs, and it has one of the best and most melodic guitar solos ever, in my opinion.

It's based on the poem Easter 1916 by William Butler Yeats.

"Forgive, forget. Sing never again."

Happy Easter everyone.

This is the video version, which is shorter, and has a cut version of the guitar solo, but it's a beautiful video partially shot on the Giant's Causeway

Here's the original version, remastered, with the full song and guitar solo.

Enjoy!

Here's a truly amazing live version of the song, with the whole huge audience singing and clearly knowing all the words.

I would have loved to have been at this show.

Happy Easter to one and all!

#Easter #Marillion #Guitar #Acoustic #Guitar Solo #Beautiful #Song #Easter 1916 #William Butler Yeats #Happy Easter #Forgive #Forget #Sing #Never Again #Youtube #Spotify

[sokkastyles]

There's a post going around about Zhao being one of the few one-dimensional villains in the show, and while I'm not necessarily here to defend him, I kind of have to disagree with the premise that he's one-dimensional or not complex, or not realistic. I generally feel that people misuse these words, especially when talking about villains. Doubly so because people tend to use Zuko's redemption arc as the standard for comparison, but they really shouldn't. Not all villains need or should have redeeming qualities, and I have a big problem with the assumption that being redeemable or sympathetic is the same thing as being complex or human.

There are people in the world like Zhao, and I think by denying that, we miss the point. Probably the episode that fleshes out Zhao most as a character is "The Deserter." I mean, yeah, he's still a minor character, but it's not true that he's not given human motives, which also serve to deepen the greater narrative. Zhao acts as a foil throughout season one to Zuko, Aang, Jeong Jeong, and Iroh at various points.

We're told that like Aang, he was once Jeong Jeong's student. And like Aang, he got bored with Jeong Jeong's timidity. He is what Jeong Jeong describes as a firebender who is consumed by his own power. His character serves as a warning to Aang, as well as Zuko. He serves as a mirror to what characters like Iroh or Jeong Jeong or Roku could have been if they had not chosen a kinder path.

People like Zhao absolutely exist in the real world. People who abuse their own power, people who lack empathy and overflow with ambition. The story of Jeong Jeong and Zhao actually reminds me of one of my favorite lines from the Yeats poem "The Second Coming":

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

This is a theme that is present throughout the show, even after Zhao overstays his welcome. Zhao, full of passionate intensity, initially serves as a mirror to Zuko on his desperate mission to become the worst version of himself and someone who would make his father proud. Jeong Jeong, so paralyzed by fear of his own element that he imprints that fear on the young Avatar. Iroh, who looks away until he can't any longer. These characters show the danger of imbalance, as well as the terrible banality of evil. And that's an absolutely human thing.

#zhao #atla meta #zuko #iroh #aang #jeong jeong #the deserter

[ancient-cairn]

"The valley of dreams". Made in 27.01.2023. 30x40 cm. Canvas, acryl.

This art based on my favorite poem - The Withering of the Boughs by W.B. Yeats.

#artists on tumblr #original art #traditional art #artwork #canvas #horse art #animal art #horse #horses #my horse #surreal #surreal art #surrealism #modern art #art nouveau #traditional drawing #traditional painting #animals #canvas art

[lizziethereader]

I last read...

'A terrible beauty is born' by W.B. Yeats

what I want: my monthly poetry fix

what I got: not a new favorite

what I thought: There are a few nice individual lines or stanzas, but I unfortunately didn't love any of the poems as a whole. I rate this 2.5 out of 5 beautiful things.

#I last read #mine #Ilr2023

[yourworsttotebag]

32 and 35 for the weird writer asks!!

thank you thank you thank you!!

answering writer questions!

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

My mom introduced me to the poem "The Second Coming" by W.B. Yeats and then when I was in a college poetry class I chose that one to memorize and recite for an assignment. A lot of the lines stand out bright in my mind but I think my favorite part is:

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere    The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst    Are full of passionate intensity.

I love the imagery of it and the way it fits in most historical moments while also capturing its own time very well.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Probably sitting down to write at a prescribed time? I have never had a schedule that allowed for that and so I just write whenever. I jot down a lot of things on my phone while I'm walking around outside. I do a ton of writing in the middle of the night when I'm alone, like midnight to 3 or 4.

I also tend to edit while writing though I'm getting slightly better at getting more on the page first. If there's something wrong in the text and I can tell, it's almost impossible mentally for me to move forward until I've fixed it and know where I'm going again.

#m: asks

[grandhotelabyss]

Favorite plays? Best plays? Do many overlap?

I've pretty much confined myself to the classics, so yes, they overlap, almost comically so.

Ancients: I need to reread the Oresteia—I haven't actually read it since a one-sitting rapture by Vellacott's old Penguin Classic translation on a Sunday night in my teens—but as a founding myth of civilization, it doesn't get any better. Then Sophocles's Theban plays, then Medea and Bacchae for Euripides. Never quite got Aristophanes and have yet even to read his most famous comedy. The Romans, the medievals: pretty much a blank, despite what Shakespeare took from Terence and Seneca. The East: pretty much a blank, though Kalidasa and a volume of Noh plays sit somewhere on my shelves.

Shakespeare: Hamlet is best—as in the best play ever written and the big bang of literary modernity—then Lear. Among the less-discussed, my favorite is The Winter's Tale. My current novel is obsessed with The Tempest. I have a less intimate relationship with the comedies and histories than with the tragedies and romances, but do admire Much Ado and Twelfth Night and the Henriad. Among non-Shakespearean early modern English plays, I've adored The Duchess of Malfi.

Modern European: Is Goethe's Faust a play, exactly? It's not not a play. It rivals Hamlet on the one side, Ulysses on the other. Then Ibsen, for the differently Faustian Peer Gynt and Brand, and for The Wild Duck—the greatest bourgeois tragedy, Arthur Miller be damned—the play that marks the transition from the smug naturalism of A Doll's House and Ghosts and An Enemy of the People to the chastened symbolism of The Master Builder and Hedda Gabbler and When We Dead Awaken. Shamefully, there are plays in the realist cycle I haven't read, though, and I still need to get to Emperor and Galilean. As for other dramatists, Chekhov's fine—I like The Cherry Orchard but somehow missed Three Sisters—and Strindberg still awaits my attention.

Modern British: Wilde and Shaw, Shaw and Wilde! Anarchist aestheticism vs. socialist realism in perhaps their best and purest forms, a double-helixed locus classicus. Salomé, The Importance of Being Earnest; Man and Superman, Major Barbara. After them, who? More Irish: Yeats's symbolic ritual drama, Synge's vernacular pageant (The Playboy of the Western World—so good), and, among our contemporaries, By the Bog of Cats. Beckett is fine, Endgame more interesting than Godot. Among the modern English, I never quite got Pinter; Stoppard, Shaw's heir, interests me more, Arcadia being the best I've read or seen. And then, if we can stand in her blast radius, Sarah Kane, more for 4.48 Psychosis than for Blasted.

Modern American: We owe it all to O'Neill even if he's uneven, like Dreiser among the novelists. I like Strange Interlude, if only for the novelty, and of course Long Day's Journey into Night. Still need to read The Iceman Cometh. Tennessee Williams is best—A Streetcar Named Desire is the great American play to go with Moby-Dick as the great American novel and Leaves of Grass as the great American poem for a star-spangled gay-male trifecta—and then August Wilson, more for Joe Turner than for Fences, though I still need to read the whole Century Cycle. Arthur Miller: overrated, as I've implied.

I'll leave you to compile the shadow-list of my obvious omissions; it's terrifying when you start thinking about how much you haven't read.

#drama #plays #literature

[blackjackkent]

AO3 Wrapped 3 and 6, please!

Eyyy, thank you! :D

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

As I mentioned in my tags, I only really got back into writing in the last couple months after a long hiatus when The Baldur's Gate 3 Fever hit me, so I don't have a ton to choose from here, but I'm really proud of how The Mystery of the Night turned out. I may try reposting it again into the fandom tags at some point cos I don't think I did a very good job of advertising it before.

6. Favorite title you used

None of them were that dramatic, I think, but I do like The Center Cannot Hold, which is a quote from a Yeats poem (the poem itself is not necessarily thematically relevant to the fic, but the word "center" is).

#bjk talks #ask memes #petralemaitre #ty for the prompt!

[carfuckerlynch]

my favorite poems <3

july- cristin o’keefe apowicz

the second coming- william butler yeats

as i walked out one evening- w h auden

sloe gin- seamus heany

lovesong of j alfred prufrock- t. s. elliot

the powwow at the end of the world- sherman alexie

i’m not a religious person but- chen chen

i love you to the moon &- chen chen

night walk- franz wright

say it- joyce sutphen

housing poem- dian million

second train song for gary- jack spicer

+ more !!

#odhran.txt #poetry #ok to rb #all of the links should go to plain text websites!!!

[sanisse]

Ok, for this: “new ask game: give me an extremely specific assumption you have about me based off of my fanfic. go.”

This is very random, but I think you like reading about philosophy (and maybe poetry too)🤷🏼‍♀️

I don’t know how you got here but a) you’re correct and b) I’m so flattered!

Just because I can, here’s some favorites of mine, starred ones are short/accessible and highly recommended:

Philosophy

Ethics -Dietrich Bonhoeffer

⭐️A Room of One’s Own - Virginia Woolf

Apologia - Plato

⭐️Meditations - Marcus Aurelius

Confessions - Augustine

The Prince - Machiavelli

Two Treatises on Government - John Locke

Candide - Voltaire

Rights of Man - Thomas Paine

⭐️Communist Manifesto - Karl Marx

Mere Christianity - CS Lewis

Sex and Sacrament - Donavan W Ackley

⭐️Garden City - John Mark Comer

⭐️Doubt - Dominic Done

⭐️Vindication of the Rights of Women - Mary Wollstonecraft

The Second Sex - Simone de Beauvoir

The Feminine Mystique - Betty Friedan

Poets

Rumi

Edgar Allen Poe

Sylvia Plath

Robert Frost

Emily Dickinson

Maya Angelou

Oscar Wilde

Poems (bolded are particular favs)

Beowulf

The Iliad

Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

Annabel Lee - Edgar Allen Poe

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep - Clare Harner

The Second Coming - William Butler Yeats

My Shadow - Robert Lewis Stevenson

Like This - Rumi

Life and Death - Rumi

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking - Sylvia Plath

#sanisse speaks #recs #this was really wholesome 🥺 #thank you

[ailelie]

When I began writing, I wrote poetry.

Or did I?

I have trouble remembering my own history sometimes.

I loved fairy tales first.

I once started a story about something I can no longer remember and showed it to my grandmother who said it was good for my age.

I immediately gave it up. I stopped writing stories for years.

I have a book I wrote in elementary school. It has a story and it has poems. So maybe I started with both.

When I got serious about writing, though, I started with poetry. Even my first fanfic was a poem.

But in high school I figured out that I wasn't very good at them. Or maybe they were just too exposing.

I wrote a poem in high school and showed a teacher and she asked if I was gay. I immediately re-wrote the poem and destroyed every copy of the original. I remember the lines I changed. I no longer remember what they replaced.

This is the same teacher who told me that Edna St. Vincent Millay didn't count as a female poet when I gave that name. This was after she asked for my favorite poets who were Keats and Yeats at the time and then asked if I read any women. I like Millay, I told her. She doesn't count, she told me.

Looking back, I don't think she was a very good teacher.

The point is, I figured out I wasn't very good at poetry. I don't hear rhythm and so can never figure out meter. I clung too hard to rhyme schemes or very obvious rhythms even I could hear.

Sweet cologne through twilight air / floats through my mind and anchors there

I wrote that in my early teens and I still can't dislodge it.

I didn't start lines powerfully enough or end them powerfully enough or use strong enough language or the right details.

I always said I wanted criticism. I wanted to be better. But sometimes you look at all the holes in your ship and a tiny tin of caulk and have to just give in. No matter how hard you try or fast you move, you're still going to drown. Better to get out now and swim to safety than to go down with the ship.

This isn't a poem, though it leans that way at times. I'm just recording my thoughts as I have them.

Tumblr now houses my only poetry and every single poem is a reminder why I should stop trying. That's even the tags I use.

reasons why ailelie shouldn't write poetry

But I can't stop myself from drowning.

Words and stories are my first loves. When I was a little kid, I'd throw a book down on the floor, step up onto it like a soapbox, and loudly call for attention.

I never shut up.

Sometimes I think people nowadays think I'm quiet or don't talk that much. And, often, I don't around them. I've learned to hold my words in to not monopolize the conversation to not make it weird.

My freshman English teacher in high school actually decreed that another classmate and I were not allowed to talk in class because we dominated every discussion.

I love words. I love to talk. I love to make up songs no one is ever going to hear. My phone is full of my recordings. They aren't good. They're just mine. I love to write.

"I think better with a pen in my hand," I tell people over and over again and none of them realize just how exposing that statement is.

I am most myself when I am writing. I am most anything when I am writing.

When I fell into a depression a few years ago, I stopped writing. I get worried when I realize I've not written anything in a day or two. I can't remember the last day I passed without writing something and that's good.

I am terrified of losing my sight primarily because of the new barrier that would exist between me creating and consuming words.

I miss being the kid who never shut up. I always talked too fast and slurred my words together until speech therapy had me overpronouncing them.

In school, I loved studying literary devices. Language lets us do so much and I wanted to learn all of it.

But I've never quite had the talent of making words bend the way I want in fiction. I'll never be a writer. Or a poet. I decided a very, very long time ago that my passion would never be my occupation. I never wanted to resent words or writing.

But part of me wishes I'd honed the skill. I'll never be able to abandon ship, but holes are numerous and my tin of caulk is near-empty.

I'm going to drown here. I'm going to be okay with that.

#words #writing #me #reasons why ailelie #shouldn't write #poetry

[deep-hearts-core]

Edna St. Vincent Millay Langston Hughes Thomas Hardy Can't ask any of the ones about what you're currently reading lol... <3

ahah its true you know EXACTLY what im currently reading! other queen's thief mutuals, you have sophos (my friend sophos, not book sophos) to thank for me understanding your posts now!

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Do you have a favorite poem or one you can recite?

oh yes. #1 answer to this is The Lake Isle by WB Yeats. (cc'ing @meeplanguage per our earlier ask exchange lol...) i fell in love with it after singing a setting of it in high school and now i want the last stanza as a tattoo eventually. i discover most poems through singing them. see also: stars by sara teasdale and sonnet 43 by elizabeth barrett browning.

Langston Hughes: If you could be part of a literary era, which one?

man, i dunno. i don't think i could name any literary era confidently to be honest.

Thomas Hardy: Are you a city or country person?

city, in practice. i love walkable living and public transit that runs every 30 minutes or less and having a variety of activities within commuting distance. i like the platonic ideal of living out in the sticks because you imagine it as being, like, healthier and with a stronger community, more connected to the people and plants around you etc etc, but idk how true that actually is in the real world.

#answered