Dead Poets in the Attic is a tribute to one of my favorite films of all time Dead Poets Society. As many Americans and people all over the globe i will miss the wit and dramatic acting of a true genius, Robin Williams.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange–my youth.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
From: Goblin Market, The Prince’s Progress and Other Poems. Christina Rosetti. London: Macmillan 1879.
My Life Closed
My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell
Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. I was always intrigued by her life. My seventh grade teacher was the first to introduce me to her poetry. I feel a connection for some odd reason. I own many of her collections and biographies.
Another favorite poet is e.e. cummings. Don’t ask! I just like his poems.
a connotation of infinity a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of this night when souls which have forgot frivolity in lowliness,noting the fatal flight of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream down eager avenues of lifelessness consider for how much themselves shall gleam, in the poised radiance of perpetualness. When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought is like a woman amorous to be known; and man,whose here is always worse than naught, feels the tremendous yonder for his own— on such a night the sea through her blind miles of crumbling silence seriously smiles
An interesting and important post. Thanks.
One of my favorite films as well
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Definitely a classic. My eyes tear up in that last scene when Robin Williams walks into the classroom and his students stand up in their seats yelling: “Oh Captain, My Captain” My favorite poem by Whitman. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.
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