Elodie

July 27, 2010
By ejp04 SILVER, Mesa, Arizona
ejp04 SILVER, Mesa, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.
We read and write poetry because we are members
of the human race. And the human race is filled with
passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering,
these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we
stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!...
of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains
of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good
amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that
life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and
you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on*
and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

-Dead Poets Society
1989


And the bundles of violets do withering wave
Wilting silent as the evening slowly wanes
Petals falling soft upon her cobblestone grave

Oppression enforced by such a bestial knave
Written in blood, the product of his atrocious gains
Under petals falling soft upon her cobblestone grave

Left alive, only her lover’s crimson gaze
Tears trickling from his eyes like open veins
Still the bundles of violets do withering wave

Upon such stone, he had been naught but a slave
Such memories lingering only as blotchy stains
And petals falling soft upon her cobblestone grave

Selfless was the soul she so thoughtlessly gave
For him, she had sworn to break his leaden chains
And so the bundles of violets do withering wave

Standing alone with naught but his regret to stave
Staring down at the place where his heart always remains
Where the bundles of violets do withering wave
Petals falling soft upon her cobblestone grave


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