/yu/ - Post poetry that resonated with you or you just think is coolStopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBY ROBERT FROSTWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his wood


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Post poetry that resonated with you or you just think is cool

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening

Robert frost has always hit me in the 22 feels 4 /yu/
i kind of interpreted this as the woods representing frost's suicidal thoughts during his life, most of his kids died early so it makes sense. his horse seems to doubt the woods most likely being the people who doubt why he has these thoughts, he also seems to question where they are coming from as well.

 No.1735[D][DF]

Invictus by William Ernest Henley was one I loved.
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

 No.1784[D][DF]

This is my favorite poem from a guy called flux=rad, which apparently once upon a time had a website which was then deleted, but someone saved a bunch of his stuff on an archive (which disappeared too, but was partially immortalized by the wayback machine)

The Watchers

They all come in pairs:
action/reaction,
inaction/inaction.
Our eyes meet
through the reflection in the window,
I think,
I've never been good at estimating angles.



Here's a few others:

Writing Fiction by flux=rad

I think it's fitting that
my favorite poets are around my age.
It's not that I can't understand or disrespect
Shakespeare, Whitman, Wordsworth, and the gang.
But I don't know how to communicate with someone
who doesn't have a favorite webpage,
or have a fear of AIDS,
or doesn't know what Mama's Family is.

Maybe they aren't timeless.
Maybe we're just not ready to let them go.

Like those girls who cry at the end of Titanic,
Not because 1500 people died in 1912,
but because "Leo" dies.

Who am I to fault them, though?
We all make fantasies for ourselves.
I just want mine to be new.



National Robot Day
by flux=rad

Today is Robot Day,
The robots are important.
They clean the toilets,
Kill the bugs,
walk the dogs.

We love our robots.
This is the day to show
our gratitude.

So on this day we
only make the robots
work 23 hours and 59 minutes.

'They only get a minute off?' you ask,
but a minute is a long time
in robot years.



two eyes

An old man once told me:
"Never trust anyone without two eyes"
These lines mystified me for much of my youth

Without two eyes?
The old man was wise,
beyond my boyish comprehension

one day my rowboat was boarded
by pirates (the one eyed variety).
The old man was right.



If anyone wants I have like 2 more plus I can redirect you to the archive if you want to (I don't think I downloaded them all)

 No.1785[D][DF]

>>1727
If the woods are his suicidal thoughts, then how'd you explain
>Whose woods these are I think I know.
>His house is in the village though
I dunno just by reading it I didn't think of it allegorically
anyway it's nice

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