there I go again, pretending to be you

[devilsball]

Narrow paths my passions tread: Laughter rings there, sorrow cries; Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes, Thro' the leaves the woods have shed,   My sins like yellow mongrels slink; Uncouth hyenas, my hates complain

Comments

[popcornlasers]

You post about the most random shit, I swear to Christ.

[devilsball]

Would you rather I posted about a singing junkie cockroach?

[popcornlasers]

He doesn't sing. To you.

[devilsball]

oh?

[mutedfeather]

Lion!

[devilsball]

Do you like lions?

[mutedfeather]

ROAR.

[devilsball]

How are you, Nill?

[mindreader_eh]

That you got bored.

[devilsball]

No heart for poetry, Kyouya?

[mindreader_eh]

Maybe if it were a haiku.

[devilsball]

So simple. How are you?

[liquid_topaz]

Hm. A bit more difficult than your average poem. Nothing we learned in Advanced Literature, to be sure.

The meaning doesn't nearly stand out so much as the personification of emotions and the pieces that make up humans, for better or for worse. Although perhaps therein lies the catch and the poem has less meaning and more symbolism of what passions and love and hatred can be. Sometimes that has more value than meaning itself. Especially as meaning can be ever so elusive to the average reader.

Intriguing, at least, although perhaps he is better appreciated as a playwright. Not everyone has Frost's eloquence and depth or Whitman's sense to turn stories to poetry simply by cutting lines off in the middle, but I digress.

[devilsball]

Interesting. Though you wouldn't be the first to think it. Nice to see someone capable of thinking - though I would remove Whitman from your list there. Nothing impressive. Frost however - yes.

Edward Cullen, nice to meet you.

[liquid_topaz]

Clearly it's not an uncommon opinion. Which should say a lot about poor Sir Maeterlinck. Notice how I never stated an overt opinion as to whether or not I liked Whitman. Interested poetry style, yes, although it's all a bit tedious and irritating for my taste. Frost is an absolute genius with words. I envy him.

You must be Mello. Pleasure is all mine.

[oopsdeadclan]

Taking the road less travelled by?

[oopsdeadclan]

That you were reading poetry.

[devilsball]

I love it when you use your powers of observation.

[oopsdeadclan]

I'm insightful, I know.

[devilsball]

Approve?

You should come over later. Help me punish Matt.