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Poems I Love

 I don't read much poetry, but here are some poems I keep going back to. :)

  (+ some excerpts)  

  Song of the Whale

 by  Kit Wright



Lipstick for our painted faces
Polish for our shoes



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The more loving one

by W.H. Auden 



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Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.



I love this poem for the same reason I that I love the movie 5 cm per second (Byousoku go-centi). Love doesn't have to last forever to be beautiful.
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Sea Fever 

by John Masefield



I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

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The Road Not Taken
 
by Robert Frost


Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
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   The Raven 

Edgar Allen Poe


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

The Raven - Edgar Allen Poe 
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This is just incredibly comforting. And it reminds of that scene from The Amber Spyglass. If you've read the book - you know the one :') 

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