/lit/ - Literature

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>>14105084
For sale: baby shoes, never worn

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

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The ending stanza of the poem "I am a powerful black leopard" by Latonya Shaywanya-Shabazz.

>"I come at you, white man,
>like a black steam train.
>Huffin and a puffin,
>You ain't got no brain."

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>>14105163
"jermarondo robinson" the fuck? I hate being black already

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>>14105188
Jermareo Brown

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>>14105208
JerTaricious Brown

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>>14105214
im the guy with Jermareo Brown. Are we brothers? What's your favourite book?

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>>14105084
aight... fuck it, les do dis aight fuck here we gooooo!!!

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A personal favorite of my, from Robert Herrick (of "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may" fame):

I dreamed this mortal part of mine
Was metamorphosed to a vine,
Which crawling one and every way
Enthralled my dainty Lucia.
Methought her long small legs and thighs
I with my tendrils did surprise;
Her belly, buttocks, and her waist
By my soft nervelets were embraced.
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung,
So that my Lucia seemed to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall,
So that she could not freely stir
(All parts there made one prisoner).
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts which maids keep unespied,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took
That with the fancy I awoke;
And found (ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a stock than like a vine.

"If my ear were a cunt, I'd fuck it."

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>>14105084
skrrt

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>>14105084
look at me mom my name is Tyrone

In the end it was the world itself that provided the biggest, nay the infinite, jest.

>>14105084
That one with the squatting creature in the desert

>Ancient Mariner:
He went as one that hath been stunned, and is of sense forlorn.
A sadder and a wiser man, he rose the morrow morn

>Gunga Din:
Though I've belted you and flayed you, by the living God that made you
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.

If you could hear, at every step,
The blood come gargling from froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory
That old lie: "Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."

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>>14105706
Jerfericious Jackson kek

>>14105084
>Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
>Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
>The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Though the poem leading up to it is necessary for the lines to be very impactful, I find. On its own,
>To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
is a great ending line and a great phrase to live one's life by

>>14105084
that end with a bang toilets poem is mainstream but still v good

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>>14105222
My brothers, it is I, Jerferious Brown. My favorite book is a Moby-Dick, or JO MAMA

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Sorry, OP. Your pic is more interesting than your question.

>>14105748
Did...did your phone autocorrect Eliot to toilets?

>>14105781
it's an established joke bro
tseliot backwards is toilest which is basically toilets

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That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

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>>14105866
Jersondo Jackson

Blacks have cool names

>>14105796
Every day I try to learn more about literature than I knew the day before.

The Darkling Thrush
BY THOMAS HARDY
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

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Yeats is the master of closing lines, see especially an Irish airman forsees his death. This one always hit me:

The Wild Swans at Coole
By William Butler Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.


The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.


I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.


Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.


But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

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No odour makes his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his breast
At peace. There are two red holes in his right side.

>>14106043

Nice. Thanks.

Lamarterious Smith incoming

>>14107481
damn I got Neltaleo Smith

>>14105351
kek

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>>14105084
You know if you wanted an actual discussion you wouldn't have posted a roll thread.

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>>14105084
“On the Creation of Niggers” by H P Lovecraft:
>When, long ago, the gods created Earth
>In Jove's fair image Man was shaped at birth.
>The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
>Yet were they too remote from humankind.
>To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
>Th'Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
>A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
>Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.

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just copy and pasting from poetry foundation but here
I struck the board, and cried, "No more;
I will abroad!
What? shall I ever sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free, free as the road,
Loose as the wind, as large as store.
Shall I be still in suit?
Have I no harvest but a thorn
To let me blood, and not restore
What I have lost with cordial fruit?
Sure there was wine
Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn
Before my tears did drown it.
Is the year only lost to me?
Have I no bays to crown it,
No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted?
All wasted?
Not so, my heart; but there is fruit,
And thou hast hands.
Recover all thy sigh-blown age
On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute
Of what is fit and not. Forsake thy cage,
Thy rope of sands,
Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee
Good cable, to enforce and draw,
And be thy law,
While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
Away! take heed;
I will abroad.
Call in thy death's-head there; tie up thy fears;
He that forbears
To suit and serve his need
Deserves his load."
But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild
At every word,
Methought I heard one calling, Child!
And I replied My Lord.

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>>14105084
Tennyson's Ulysses

...by Jamsharmiah Harris

>>14108051
Those first lines always crack me up. I've written them in calligraphy on the cover of my travel diary.
Pretty lame ending if you ask me.

>>14108094
Ty'neeson Ulysses is a good black name

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Rolling.

>>14105084
The Crying of Roll 49.

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Nani?

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>>14105084
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

And I am two and twenty and ah... tis true. Tis true.

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we must carry on
the racial struggle
without mercy

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Shhhhiiiieet, we rollin' niqqa

>>14105084
"the tiger is out"

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Rolando

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>>14109111
Persharicious Jones is dope. Sounds like something from 70s blaxploitation film, or a bass player in a funk band.

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I'm a fucking pleb but Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas makes me feel somethin


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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>>14105084
Come on, Lamalus Jones

>>14109198
Permarmiah Brown.
I like it.

>>14105084
Gogogo

When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid
On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui,
And from the all-encircling horizon
Spreads over us a day gloomier than the night;

When the earth is changed into a humid dungeon,charles
In which Hope like a bat
Goes beating the walls with her timid wings
And knocking her head against the rotten ceiling;

When the rain stretching out its endless train
Imitates the bars of a vast prison
And a silent horde of loathsome spiders
Comes to spin their webs in the depths of our brains,

All at once the bells leap with rage
And hurl a frightful roar at heaven,
Even as wandering spirits with no country
Burst into a stubborn, whimpering cry.

— And without drums or music, long hearses
Pass by slowly in my soul; Hope, vanquished,
Weeps, and atrocious, despotic Anguish
On my bowed skull plants her black flag.

>>14105133
Did not expect this to be real

unironically stoner. I know it gets memed a lot here but I teared up once I finished and it left me feeling hollow for hours afterwards

>>14108113
Kek. Roll

>>14105084
Rolling.

I really like the last verse to Gentleman Rankers by Kipling.

We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth,
We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung,
And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth.
God help us, for we knew the worst too young!
Our shame is clean repentance for the crime that brought the sentence,
Our pride it is to know no spur of pride,
And the Curse of Reuben holds us till an alien turf enfolds us
And we die, and none can tell Them where we died.

>>14105084
AY WHERE THE WHITE PAPER AT

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They see me rollin'

All right, wanna keep on rolling

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Ayyy

>>14107862
Newfag

read Lovecraft before, literally never heard of this

assumed you were fucking around and didn't realize this was real

am literally laughing my ass off right now

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Rudyard Kipling's "If" always gets me.

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.

Invictus by Henley has a very satisfying one as well.

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.

Also, congrats to OP for forgetting one the prime rules. Never add an image more interesting than the text.

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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

These lines have had stupid academics seething for a 150 years. They don't realise that all you need to understand them is a good dose of negative capability.