Poetry for Fangurls!
Hez and I are playing a little game where we find a cool poem and decide which of the swoon-worthy HP characters might be saying it. Here are a few of our finds.... (I'm just pulling excerpts from each, but they're all well worth a read.)
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Scene 1: (Set in Hez's Fantastic Fluff Fic from this morning.) Seamus and Lavendar have recently reunited. The next day, Seamus walks the same path again. As he hears the birds around him sing, his thoughts drift into a poem....
Why should you sing aloft, apart?
Sing to the heaven of my heart...
...O strangers passing in your car,
You pity me who come so far
On dusty feet, ill shod;
You cannot guess, you cannot know
Upon what wings of joy I go...
...O little lark, sing loud and long
To Him who gave you flight and song,
And me a heart aflame.
These lines mangled came from A Basque Peasant returning from Church by Anna Bunston (Mrs. De Bary).
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Scene 2: (Missing Moment from Book 6) Tonks is on guard duty outside of Hogwarts. From a little ways, Remus watches her longing for her, wanting to forget her, resolving to keep away...
My Spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way...
‘A fathomless and boundless deep,
There we wander, there we weep;
On the hungry craving wind
My Spectre follows thee behind.
’Dost thou not in pride and scorn
Fill with tempests all my morn,
And with jealousies and fears
Fill my pleasant nights with tears?
‘Never, never, I return:
Still for victory I burn.
Living, thee alone I’ll have;
And when dead I’ll be thy grave.
‘Till I turn from Female love
And root up the Infernal Grove,
I shall never worthy be
To step into Eternity.
‘Let us agree to give up love...
These SERIOUSLY mangled lines came from Broken Love by William Blake.
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Scene 3: The war is over. Voldemort is defeated. Harry has won, but there is one prize more that he desires. Hesitantly, unsure of his welcome, Harry goes to Ginny and asks for her love...
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
These lines are from Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats.
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Scene 4: Rita considered herself a fierce woman with an impenetrable heart. She put herself first because she'd learned long ago that no one else would put her first. Their affair started out as an assignment to her, not the first, nor the last. He was a Ministry lackey too far down on the food chain to be worthy of her, but still holding enough cards to be useful. She was amused at first by his old fashioned manners, by his attention to details and the attention he gave her. He actually listened. That's when she should have begun worrying, since when did a man actually listen? He'd turned out to be more useful than she'd expected, and as long as she kept his name out of it, he didn't mind giving her a hint of where to look. They were good for each other. She got used to him being there, but then he found someone who could help him more. She understood of course, his career came first and he couldn't risk a scandle after all. She really didn't understand the tears in her eyes as he gather up his things and left. Then this morning the paper had brought her the news, her little Percival had married the Minister's daughter, and Rita wept....
SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
O Do Not Love Too Long
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute he changed...
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.
This misused and abused poem from O Do Not Love Too Long by William Butler Yeats.
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And thus concludes today's episode of Poetry for Fangurls!
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Scene 1: (Set in Hez's Fantastic Fluff Fic from this morning.) Seamus and Lavendar have recently reunited. The next day, Seamus walks the same path again. As he hears the birds around him sing, his thoughts drift into a poem....
Why should you sing aloft, apart?
Sing to the heaven of my heart...
...O strangers passing in your car,
You pity me who come so far
On dusty feet, ill shod;
You cannot guess, you cannot know
Upon what wings of joy I go...
...O little lark, sing loud and long
To Him who gave you flight and song,
And me a heart aflame.
These lines mangled came from A Basque Peasant returning from Church by Anna Bunston (Mrs. De Bary).
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Scene 2: (Missing Moment from Book 6) Tonks is on guard duty outside of Hogwarts. From a little ways, Remus watches her longing for her, wanting to forget her, resolving to keep away...
My Spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way...
‘A fathomless and boundless deep,
There we wander, there we weep;
On the hungry craving wind
My Spectre follows thee behind.
’Dost thou not in pride and scorn
Fill with tempests all my morn,
And with jealousies and fears
Fill my pleasant nights with tears?
‘Never, never, I return:
Still for victory I burn.
Living, thee alone I’ll have;
And when dead I’ll be thy grave.
‘Till I turn from Female love
And root up the Infernal Grove,
I shall never worthy be
To step into Eternity.
‘Let us agree to give up love...
These SERIOUSLY mangled lines came from Broken Love by William Blake.
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Scene 3: The war is over. Voldemort is defeated. Harry has won, but there is one prize more that he desires. Hesitantly, unsure of his welcome, Harry goes to Ginny and asks for her love...
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
These lines are from Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats.
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Scene 4: Rita considered herself a fierce woman with an impenetrable heart. She put herself first because she'd learned long ago that no one else would put her first. Their affair started out as an assignment to her, not the first, nor the last. He was a Ministry lackey too far down on the food chain to be worthy of her, but still holding enough cards to be useful. She was amused at first by his old fashioned manners, by his attention to details and the attention he gave her. He actually listened. That's when she should have begun worrying, since when did a man actually listen? He'd turned out to be more useful than she'd expected, and as long as she kept his name out of it, he didn't mind giving her a hint of where to look. They were good for each other. She got used to him being there, but then he found someone who could help him more. She understood of course, his career came first and he couldn't risk a scandle after all. She really didn't understand the tears in her eyes as he gather up his things and left. Then this morning the paper had brought her the news, her little Percival had married the Minister's daughter, and Rita wept....
SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
O Do Not Love Too Long
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute he changed...
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.
This misused and abused poem from O Do Not Love Too Long by William Butler Yeats.
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And thus concludes today's episode of Poetry for Fangurls!