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Another favorite of mine:



Her Definition

by Thomas Hardy



I LINGERED through the night to break of day,

Nor once did sleep extend a wing to me,

Intently busied with a vast array

Of epithets that should outfigure thee.



Full-featured terms - all fitless - hastened by,

And this sole speech remained: 'That maiden mine!'-

Debarred from description then did I

Perceive the indefinite phrase could yet define.



As common chests encasing wares of price

Are borne with tenderness through halls of state,

For what they cover, so the poor device

Of homely wording I could tolerate,

Knowing its unadornment held as freight

The sweetest image outside the Paradise.

This is one of my favorite poems by Ben Johnson so I wanted to share it with you:



I why i write not to love

(writen by Ben Johnson)



Some act of Love's bound to reherse,

I thought to bind him, in my verse:

Which when he felt, Away (quoth he)

Can Poets hope to fetter me?

It is enough, they once did get

Mars, and my Mother, in their net:

I weare not these my wings in vaine.

With which he fled me: and againe,

Into my rimes could ne're be got

By any art. Then wonder not,

That since, my numbers are so cold,

When Love is fled, and I grow old."

Dream Evil



By Azariel



Crawling through the room in darkness

leaning down my aching head

I am laying and I’m feeling

all the softness of my bed.

As my eyes are sealing gently

Darkness in my brain is spread

Suddenly I feel that someway

I am not alive, but dead.



I feel a chain my neck is squeezing

and all my head is in the net

Snakes are rolling all around me

And the skin against is wet.

And the web the cob is spitting

Coming over, big and fat

Grips my hands and grips my feet in

Leaving nothing else to get.



I am screaming like the Devil

But I know nobody hears

Thousand ants are coming closer

Lurking in my soundless ears.

And my eyes in endless sufferance

Try to drop a hundred tears

But my chest red tears’ throwing

Where the mighty sword did pierce.



And I’m willing to get out

But the chain crushes like fire

To the reptiles I am crying

To retreat but they get higher

Drops of pitch burning my hair

From the hand that holds the pyre

And a voice is roaring near

Screaming in my brain: ‘You Liar!’



Suddenly my eyes do open

Silence’s living in the night

I am shaking but ain’t seeing

Any reptiles in my sight

With my hand that almost quivers

I reach out the lamp to light

And I do it, than I notice

On my hand the sign of bite.



Was it dream or was it real?

What is happening to me?

Questions that desire answers

That I’ll never seem to see.

I dry the sweat off and still shaking

I do wonder if I’ll be

...Ever in her heart or wonder

If she’ll ever look at me?