Brad+M's+Favourite+Poems

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take to the sky Ripples form on the water’s surface The wandering soul knows no rest.
 * Act I**

There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.
 * Act II**

My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return.
 * Act III**

My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumber Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world’s end The wind sails over the water’s surface Quietly, but surely.
 * Act IV**

Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
 * Act V**

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take to the sky Ripples form on the water’s surface The wandering soul knows no rest.
 * Unknown Author **Act I**

There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.
 * Act II**

My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return.
 * Act III**

My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumber Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world’s end The wind sails over the water’s surface Quietly, but surely.
 * Act IV**

Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
 * Act V**


 * Unknown Author

Sonnet 73: By William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

[]  Reflection/Analysis: Sonnet 73 is mainly about aging/death as well as the two persona's passion of love. The speaker compares her/himself to autumn "in me behold when yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang upon those boughs." Next, the speaker compares her/himself to twilight, "as after sunset fadeth in the west." Finally, the speaker compares oneself to dying embers on a fire "that on the ashes of his youth doth lie." This can be interpreted as ones age cycling through. The speaker's companion knows all this. "This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong." Therefore, love between the two is strengthened by this knowledge. talking about how one ages, and how people are brought together.

The More Loving One: By W.H Auden Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total darkness sublime, Though this might take me a little time.

By Wystan Hugh Auden 1907-1973

 Reflection/Analysis: The poem 'The more loving one' tells about a man who has a moment to himself, looking at the stars and thinking about himself. the persona thinks that if you try to be a loving person, you will feel loving, and more loved by other people. challenging the idea of what happiness is. An interesting image that comes to me from this poem, is in line 13, when the persona thinks about all the stars dying.There are two meanings that stand out for me, the one of the confusing idea of matter just disappearing, and also the abstract idea, of sadness, how they are 'beautiful,' how we take the stars for granted, once they are gone, they lose their sentimental value.