February 6th, 2007

turtle

Sandburg, "Graves"

Graves

I dreamed one man stood against a thousand,
One man damned as a wrongheaded fool.
One year and another he walked the streets,
And a thousand shrugs and hoots
Met him in the shoulders and mouths he passed.

He died alone.
And only the undertaker came to his funeral.

Flowers grow over his grave anod in the wind,
And over the graves of the thousand, too,
The flowers grow anod in the wind.

Flowers and the wind,
Flowers anod over the graves of the dead,
Petals of red, leaves of yellow, streaks of white,
Masses of purple sagging…
I love you and your great way of forgetting.

--Carl Sandburg
turtle

The Emo Poetry Poll

Poll #921772 The Poetry Poll

I like it when oracne posts emo poetry.

Yes.
18(64.3%)
No.
1(3.6%)
She posts poetry?
0(0.0%)
She posts emo poetry?
5(17.9%)
Blerg?
4(14.3%)

When I go to my Friends' List, I want to see poetry that is

Short.
1(3.6%)
Emo.
0(0.0%)
Really, really long.
0(0.0%)
About World War One.
5(17.9%)
Ticky.
8(28.6%)

In my LiveJournal, I post poetry when

I have nothing to say.
0(0.0%)
I feel emo.
0(0.0%)
I am bored.
0(0.0%)
I want to share great poetry.
12(44.4%)
Ticky.
10(37.0%)