Who here feeling /comfy/?
I just realized. I am pretty darn comfy, eventhough life is financially unstable. Is it because i choose it to be so?
Nevertheless, /comfytextsthread/.
Ones to read before sleep.
Ones to meditate over
Ones to dries your tears and eyes
Or ones to fulfill your spook secret guilty-pleasure?
As OP; I can go first. Mind with me, meter is not my thing, and no, im not a cuck because i write prose.
>Pour it, poet!
Open up, not spit, pour it, poet!
A bird that flew by said
The winds are changing and so should you
For life is never a headwind fight
but another mystery to dissolve
between your fingers
To catch the words is to catch a bird
And to catch a bird is to kill a bird
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Critiques are welcome ofcourse, but contribute aswell lads! Remember, /comfy/.
>this poet
>on 4chan
I can rest easy now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnZnnkJxoC8
The translation actually kind of kills it but I already went through the effort of looking it up so here you go.
Man.
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul
Were but worth the having,
Quickly should I then controll
Any thought of waving.
But when all my care and pains
Cannot give the name of gains
To thy wretch so full of stains;
What delight or hope remains?
Saviour.
What (childe) is the ballance thine,
Thine the poise and measure?
If I say, Thou shalt be mine;
Finger not my treasure.
What the gains in having thee
Do amount to, only he,
Who for man was sold, can see;
That transferr’d th’ accounts to me.
Man.
But as I can see no merit,
Leading to this favour:
So the way to fit me for it,
Is beyond my savour.
As the reason then is thine;
So the way is none of mine:
I disclaim the whole designe:
Sinne disclaims and I resign.
Saviour.
That is all, if that I could
Get without repining;
And my clay my creature would
Follow my resigning.
That as I did freely part
With my glorie and desert,
Left all joyes to feel all smart ----
Man.
Ah! no more: thou break’st my heart.
My thoughts 'n' oughts are nothing fixed
Hooray!
for Joy's the world that's downed unmixed
this way!
and all who'd be good mates of mine
to clink 'n' drink just suit me fine
for lees of life and wine!
I'd trained my trade on gold 'n' gain
Hooray!
but so I sold my joy for pain;
I say,
the coins were rolling here and there,
but every time I chased a where
the here was over there.
To women then I gave my heart
O belles!
but how those damsels made me smart
o hells!
The false were true to others, true,
but true ones bored me through and through;
the best ... were not for woo.
Next, I thought I ought to roam
Hooray!
but then I lost my ways of home,
that way,
and nothing seemed to suit me quite,
the board was bad, the bed a fright,
and no one got me right.
I tuned my dream to name and fame
Excel!
but better men put me to shame
O hell!
or when I gave some good I had
they made me out to be a cad;
my good was worse than bad.
I sought the right in battle might
Hooray!
and often was our might so right
(hooray!)
the enemy's land was ours to run;
but still the score was won to none,
and a leg became undone.
So now I call my calling nought
So what!
The world's all mine that comes unsought
that's what!
Now that it's song and sup all day,
come clink 'n' drink me all the way
these lees to the last hooray!
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.
>>8166293
This is what I actually meant to post:
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
>>8166313
That's pretty nice senpai
>>8166326
I thought so, too. In fact, I used it on the final exam last semester for a high school honors class I teach. We had recently studied Romantic and Transcendental poetry, so I thought it was a good choice.
>>8166313
Very nice.
>>8166313
comfy. I forgot to add to the OP that you can either post your own works, or the works of others. I like it.
Giving this thread a nice little bump,
An intellectual is all the time showing off.
Lovers dissolve and become bewildered.
Intellectuals try not to drown,
while the whole purpose of loves
is drowning.
Intellectual invent
ways to rest, and then lie down~
in those beds.
Lovers feel ashamed
of comforting ideas.
You’ve seen a glob
of oil on water? That’s how a lover
sits with intellectuals, there, but alone
in a circle of himself.
Some intellectual
tries to give sound advice to a lover.
All he hears back is, I love you.
I love you.
