Apocalyptic (or otherwise) Poetry
- Franz Schubert
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Apocalyptic (or otherwise) Poetry
I stumbled across this cool poem by Robert Frost, and thought you guys might like it. Feel free to post some poems that you think are apocalyptic (or that you just happen to like).
Once by the Pacific
Robert Frost
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last 'Put out the Light' was spoken.
Once by the Pacific
Robert Frost
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last 'Put out the Light' was spoken.
Last edited by Franz Schubert on Sat Nov 05, 2005 9:45 am, edited 1 time in total.
- Franz Schubert
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Of course the classic by Shelley:
Ozymandias
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Ozymandias
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Haven't got 'em on paper anywhere anymore, but I think it's stuck at the back of my skull pretty well:
Through the wastes I ride
A shotgun by my side
Finished polishing my highwayman
Scavenging all the fuel I can
And all the towns where I stop by
The people there they make me lie
They call me the Saviour of the Damned
Even though from most of the towns I've been banned
x 2
I've been banned
I steal, I kill, I lie
And the one that tells the truth - shall die
x 2
Shall die
Through the wastes I ride
A shotgun by my side
They really think that I am pure
But it's a disease with no cure
I love to lie, to talk so smooth
I love to lie, to talk... so... smooth
They call me the Saviour of the Damned
Even though from most of the towns I've been banned
x 2
I've been banned
I steal, I kill, I lie
And the one that tells the truth - shall die
x 2
Shall die
Through the wastes I ride
A shotgun by my side
Finished polishing my highwayman
Scavenging all the fuel I can
And all the towns where I stop by
The people there they make me lie
They call me the Saviour of the Damned
Even though from most of the towns I've been banned
x 2
I've been banned
I steal, I kill, I lie
And the one that tells the truth - shall die
x 2
Shall die
Through the wastes I ride
A shotgun by my side
They really think that I am pure
But it's a disease with no cure
I love to lie, to talk so smooth
I love to lie, to talk... so... smooth
They call me the Saviour of the Damned
Even though from most of the towns I've been banned
x 2
I've been banned
I steal, I kill, I lie
And the one that tells the truth - shall die
x 2
Shall die
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