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Moonbeam Cafe

Moonbeam Cafe

Moonbeam Cafe: for the night owls. We are not afraid of the dark. Pour a drink and stay a while.

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Posted byEilisin/moonbeam_cafe-Oct 17, 2016 at 11:55 AM

Mid-afternoon poetry!

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Mid-afternoon poetry!

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  • alexseanchaiOct 17, 2016 at 12:00 PMΔ

    He seems to me to be equal to a god,
    he, if it is permissible, seems to surpass the gods,
    who sitting opposite again and again
    watches and hears you
    sweetly laughing, which rips out all senses
    from miserable me: for at the same moment I looked upon you,
    Lesbia, nothing is left for me.
    * * * *
    But the tongue grows thick, a thin flame
    Runs down beneath our limbs, with their own sound
    our ears ring, our twin lights (eyes)
    are covered by night.

    --Catullus 51, just the part that's obviously translated Sappho

  • misbegottenOct 17, 2016 at 12:14 PM

    Therefore I bring these rhymes to you
    Who brought the cross to me,
    Since on you flaming without flaw
    I saw the sign that Guthrum saw
    When he let break his ships of awe,
    And laid peace on the sea.

    Do you remember when we went
    Under a dragon moon,
    And 'mid volcanic tints of night
    Walked where they fought the unknown fight
    And saw black trees on the battle-height,
    Black thorn on Ethandune?
    And I thought, "I will go with you,
    As man with God has gone,
    And wander with a wandering star,
    The wandering heart of things that are,
    The fiery cross of love and war
    That like yourself, goes on."

    O go you onward; where you are
    Shall honour and laughter be,
    Past purpled forest and pearled foam,
    God's winged pavilion free to roam,
    Your face, that is a wandering home,
    A flying home for me.

    Ride through the silent earthquake lands,
    Wide as a waste is wide,
    Across these days like deserts, when
    Pride and a little scratching pen
    Have dried and split the hearts of men,
    Heart of the heroes, ride.

    Up through an empty house of stars,
    Being what heart you are,
    Up the inhuman steeps of space
    As on a staircase go in grace,
    Carrying the firelight on your face
    Beyond the loneliest star.

    ~ Excerpt from G.K. Chesterton's "The Ballad of the White Horse"

Moonbeam Cafe

Moonbeam Cafe

Moonbeam Cafe: for the night owls. We are not afraid of the dark. Pour a drink and stay a while.

4339 members
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