The Poetry Comment Ficathon
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dollsomeI thought this might be fun, since it is National Poetry Month! :)
The Poetry Comment Ficathon
Rules
01. Here's how it goes -- comment with a fandom, a pairing, and a line (or a few lines) from a poem. For example:
You can also include the poem's title and author if you'd like, so people who aren't familiar with it can get to know some new poets/poems.
02. In your responses, please include the fandom, pairing, and title of your ficlet in the comment's subject line.
03. Be nice, have fun, love poems! :)
04. If you would like to spread this around--
05. If you are looking for quotation inspiration,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
greatpoets is a wonderful source!
06. For more poetry comment ficathon fun, check out![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
preromantics's National Poetry Month Comment Fic Fest!
The Poetry Comment Ficathon
Rules
01. Here's how it goes -- comment with a fandom, a pairing, and a line (or a few lines) from a poem. For example:
Anne of Green Gables - Anne/Gilbert - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare)
You can also include the poem's title and author if you'd like, so people who aren't familiar with it can get to know some new poets/poems.
02. In your responses, please include the fandom, pairing, and title of your ficlet in the comment's subject line.
03. Be nice, have fun, love poems! :)
04. If you would like to spread this around--
05. If you are looking for quotation inspiration,
greatpoets is a wonderful source!06. For more poetry comment ficathon fun, check out
preromantics's National Poetry Month Comment Fic Fest!
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Date: 2011-04-02 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 01:46 am (UTC)supplying the field, throats of the flowers open
to the pilgrimage of bees, the sun
dead above hoarding the shadows for itself.
Doctor Who, River/Eleven; "Backward Poem" by Bob Hicok
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Date: 2011-04-02 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 02:02 am (UTC)This is a long shot, I know...
The Silmarillion - Fingon/Maedhros - Ah, love, let us be true to one another!
Date: 2011-04-15 04:47 pm (UTC)To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
He awakes into warmth, softness, light. He is in bed, beside an open window. The air is pure; a tree silhouetted against the sky; the light of the sun; the scent of flowers. In the tree flowers glisten, golden.
He turns his head, and there gold glistens too: gold thread in dark hair. The world is in pieces, and so much brighter, and gentler, and less real than the world of the cliff, of iron about his wrist; but it coalesces around that thread of gold, and dark hair, and the angle of Fingon’s cheekbone, his eyes, warm and grey and suddenly still brighter with tears; Fingon’s hand about his, Fingon’s lips against his palm.
As the months go by, he grows stronger. The world makes sense again: it is real, and new, and although it is wild and flawed as Valinor was not, it is beautiful, too, and an endless wonder to him.
More than that, it amazes him that he was saved –that Fingon saved him, in spite of his betrayal, his cowardice; that Fingon could be true to him, though he was not.
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
They are fast losing hope, all about him, ever since Gwindor gave the assault too soon, and Maedhros was late. The sons of Fëanor, they say, will not come: they have been betrayed by their mortal allies, or perhaps (this said in darker whispers) they have betrayed again –traitors again as they were at Losgar…
Fingon refuses to hear, and in the brief respites they have, speaks of hope, though his own is dwindling; of the might of their armies, of his brother’s unexpected coming, and the bravery of Men…
Then he goes to stand alone, above the dark plain of Anfauglith, which under moonlight glitters with the glints of thousands of swords and spears… Soon they must fight, or flee; but his thoughts go East, and still he hopes for the coming of Maedhros. Ah, my love, let us be true to one another…
Re: The Silmarillion - Fingon/Maedhros - Ah, love, let us be true to one another!
Date: 2011-04-17 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 03:41 am (UTC)And yet by heaven I thinke my love as rare,
As any she beli'd with false compare.
("Sonnet 130", William Shakespeare)
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Date: 2011-04-02 03:51 am (UTC)They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
("This Be The Verse", Philip Larkin)
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Date: 2011-04-02 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 03:56 am (UTC)The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
("Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening", Robert Frost)
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Date: 2011-04-02 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 08:37 pm (UTC)Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God
("Daddy", Sylvia Plath)
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Date: 2011-04-04 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 09:33 pm (UTC)I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved,
somehow --the central heart that deals not
in words, traffics not with dreams, and is
untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
("Two English Poems, II", Jorge Luis Borges)