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[Myyt]

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

[Cpt Toellner]

Actually, Paradise lost is my favorite.

[KnightShade]

Doing this from memory so grammar may be a bit iffy

The Eagle - Lord Alfred Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed by the azure world he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

[vslayer]

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Yes, so much.

Tarantino <3

[Whisket]

“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?'
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understands.”

[(a)noun(a)mouse]

A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.

[Grif of Hearts]

Preiddeu Annwn (Spoils of Annwfn)

Golychaf wledic pendeuic gwlat ri.
py ledas y·pennaeth dros traeth mundi.
bu kyweir karchar gweir yg·kaer sidi.
trwy ebostol pwyll a·phryderi.
Neb kyn noc ef nyt aeth idi.
yr gadwyn trom/las kywirwas ae ketwi.
A·rac preidu annwfyn tost yt geni.
Ac yt urawt parahawt yn·bardwedi.
Tri lloneit prytwen yd aetham ni idi.
nam seith ny dyrreith o·gaer sidi.
Neut wyf glot geinmyn cerd ochlywir.
yg·kaer pedryuan pedyr·ychwelyt.
yg kynneir or peir pan leferit.
O anadyl naw morwyn gochyneuit.
Neu peir pen annwfyn pwy y vynut.
gwrym am y·oror a·mererit.
ny beirw bwyt llwfyr ny ry tyghit.
cledyf lluch lleawc idaw rydyrchit.
Ac yn llaw leminawc yd·edewit.
A·rac drws porth vffern llugyrn lloscit.
A·phan aetham ni gan arthur trafferth lethrit.
nam seith ny dyrreith o gaer vedwit.
Neut wyf glot geinmyn kerd glywanawr.
yg kaer pedryfan ynys pybyrdor
echwyd a·muchyd kymyscetor
gwin gloyw eu gwirawt rac eu gorgord.
Tri lloneit prytwen yd aetham ni ar·vor.
nam seith ny dyrreith o·gaer rigor.
Ny obrynafi lawyr llen llywyadur
tra chaer wydyr ny welsynt wrhyt arthur.
Tri vgeint canhwr a seui ar y mur.
oed anhawd ymadrawd ae gwylyadur.
tri lloneit prytwen yd aeth gan arthur.
nam seith ny dyrreith o·gaer golud.
Ny obrynaf y lawyr llaes eu kylchwy
ny wdant wy py·dyd peridyd pwy.
py awr ymeindyd y ganet cwy.
Pwy gwnaeth ar·nyt aeth doleu defwy.
ny wdant wy yr ych brych bras y·penrwy.
seith vgein kygwng yny aerwy.
A·phan aetham ni gan arthur auyrdwl gofwy.
nam seith ny dyrreith o gaer vandwy.
Ny obrynafy lawyr llaes eu gohen.
ny wdant py·dyd peridyd pen.
Py awr ymeindyd y ganet perchen.
Py vil a gatwant aryant y·pen.
Pan aetham ni gan arthur afyrdwl gynhen.
nam seith ny dyrreith o gaer ochren.
Myneich dychnut val cunin cor.
o gyfranc udyd ae gwidanhor.
Ae vn hynt gwynt ae vn dwfyr mor.
Ae vn vfel tan twrwf diachor.
Myneych dychnut val bleidawr.
o·gyfranc udyd ae gwidyanhawr
ny wdant pan yscar deweint a·gwawr.
neu wynt pwy hynt pwy y·rynnawd.
py va diua py tir a·plawd.
bet sant yn·diuant a·bet allawr.
Golychaf y wledic penefic mawr.
na bwyf trist crist am gwadawl.

No, this isn't me having a stroke and landing on the keyboard, before you ask. It's Welsh. I haven't a clue what the fuck any of that means, but it has a pretty name.

[love that panda]

There once was a little grif
Whose fleece was white as snow
With buttons of black and stones of silver
I want an ice cream cone
Refrigerator


best poem ever<3

[SmexySpiral]

No, this isn't me having a stroke and landing on the keyboard, before you ask. It's Welsh. I haven't a clue what the fuck any of that means, but it has a pretty name.

This is why Grif > Everyone else until the end of time

[Clirkus]

As I was sitting in my chair
I knew the bottom wasn't there
Nor legs, nor back
But I just sat
Ignoring little things like that.