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Quick poetry help needed

Did I mention that I know zilch about poetry? Although I took English Literature for many, many years.
Anyway, point in case is, I need a short poem related to the passage of time, a poem that reminesces happier times, or a poem generally about the ephemeral nature of time and how much things may change. I need this poem in the next few hours. Lyrics will also do.
Help, anyone?

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  1. Try the legendary Desert Rose if you seek lyrics.

    Here’s a little thing that I wrote recently, hope you find it handy:
    http://pheras.blogspot.com/2006/05/once-more-poem-by-pheras.html

    I think I can come up with something mashi 7alou if you want.

    Good luck.

  2. Nas

    hmm i wrote an experimental piece a long time ago on Time but it was more of me fooling around than anything else.

    anyways, you have edgar allen poe’s hatred of a minute. lets see. john milton has that poem “on time” the one that goes “fly envious time till thou run out thy race”. T.S. eliot also wrote something on time, i can’t remember how it goes though but it was long. Frost wrote “I could give all to time except what I myself have held” but ive forgotten the name of that poem as well.

    i dont think i can remember any more right now but if i do ill drop you a line.

    and if all else fails, there’s always “time after time” by cindy lauper (was it?), “time” by hootie and the blowfish, and “time and time again” by the counting crows.

    best of luck

  3. Wow! We must be psychically linked. I just posted a request (http://silkendrum.blogspot.com/2006/06/717-searching-for-french-poem.html) for information on a French poem that begins “”Quand on voit sur la branche au mois de mai la rose”, how in its fresh youth it renders the sky jealous of its vivid color. And goes on about how the color fades, the petals wilt and drop – how quickly beauty fades. If any of your commenters know that poem, it would be good for both of us.

    Silk

  4. I couldn’t be more ignorant when it comes to poetry! I read a bit of Emily Dickinson and Shakespeare’s Sonnets freshman year, and interestingly enough, the ones I vaguely remember were about time.

    Though amongst the most difficult and challenging, Dickinson is definitely very rewarding. You may find some good snippets from the collection on “Time and Eternity” (http://www.bartleby.com/113/index4.html).

    And of course, there’s Shakespeare’s Sonnet 12 and Sonnet 64 (http://www.william-shakespeare.info/william-shakespeare-sonnets.htm)

  5. You need Amino,
    she’s the Literature Guru! hehehe

    seriously,
    she’s awesome in Poetry and stuff

  6. look for Pink floyd ‘Time’ there’s no better lyric!

  7. Try this:

    The Trees

    The trees are coming into leaf
    Like something almost being said;
    The recent buds relax and spread,
    Their greenness is a kind of grief.

    Is it that they are born again
    And we grow old? No, they die too.
    Their yearly trick of looking new
    Is written down in rings of grain.

    Yet still the unresting castles thresh
    In fullgrown thickness every May.
    Last year is dead, they seem to say,
    Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

    Phillip Larkin
    1967

  8. When Time who steals our years away
    Shall steal our pleasures too,
    The memory of the past will stay
    And half our joys renew,

    (Often only the above verses are quoted, the rest isn’t as relevant)

    Then, Julia, when thy beauty’s flower
    Shall feel the wintry air,
    Remembrance will recall the hour
    When thou alone wert fair.
    Then talk no more of future gloom;
    Our joys shall always last;
    For Hope shall brighten days to come,
    And Memory gild the past.

    Sir Thomas Moore (Irish Poet 1779-1852)

  9. Sonnet LX
    Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
    So do our minutes hasten to their end;
    Each changing place with that which goes before,
    In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
    Nativity, once in the main of light,
    Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
    Crooked elipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
    And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
    Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
    And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
    Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
    And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
    And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
    Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
    – William Shakespere

  10. Anonymous

    Try:

    “Now Leave and Let me Rest,” circa 1580
    by Elizabeth Regina, Queen of England
    (circulated anonymously)

    Can be found here:
    http://www.elizabethi.org/us/pastimes/poems.htm

    Perhaps the most interesting thing about this poem is that it is by a famous Queen: somebody not only very concerned about public appearance, but INCREASINGLY concerned about it as time passes and she ages, and grows wrinkles, etc., etc. In this privately (and anonymously) circulated poem, she has something else to say about the passing of time and youth.

    Of course, coming from the 16th century, it may be a bit dense for the modern reader.

  11. Finally, blogs are good for something!

    Well, this is all I can offer :D “Linkin Park’s “In the End” http://www.linkin-park-lyrics.com/in-the-end.htm

    Anyways, while we are at it, and everyone is being so helpful, does anyone have suggestions on how to minimize separation and vortices in crosswinds over a NACA 4418 Airfoil and not……okay forget it!

    Best of luck Roba!

  12. Vas

    The River-Merchant’s Wife
    by Ezra Pound

    While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
    I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
    You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
    You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
    And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
    Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.

    At fourteen I married My Lord you.
    I never laughed, being bashful.
    Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
    Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

    At fifteen I stopped scowling,
    I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
    Forever and forever and forever.
    Why should I climb the look out?

    At sixteen you departed,
    You went into far Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies,
    And you have been gone five months.
    The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.

    You dragged your feet when you went out.
    By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
    Too deep to clear them away!
    The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
    The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
    Over the grass in the West garden;
    They hurt me. I grow older.
    If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
    Please let me know beforehand,
    And I will come out to meet you
    As far as Cho-fu-Sa.

    By Rihaku
    – have a look at http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15425
    for this of Ezra Pound

    But also try the Candles of Cavafy,
    CANDLES

    The days of the future stand in front of us
    Like a line of candles all alight—-
    Golden and warm and lively little candles.
    The days that are past are left behind,
    A mournful row of candles that are out;
    The nearer ones are still smoking,
    Candles cold, and melted, candles bent.,
    I don’t want to see them; their shapes hurt me,
    It hurts me to remember the light of them at first.
    I look before me at my lighted candles,
    I don’t want to turn around and see with horror
    How quickly the dark line is lengthening,
    How quickly the candles multiply that have been put out

    and the link http://www.arabworldbooks.com/Literature/literature4.html

  13. Try the lyrics for “Time” by HOOTIE & THE BLOWFISH. Amazing song.

  14. Try this:
    Kashmir
    (Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)

    Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
    I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
    To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
    They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

  15. Anonymous

    this may sound silly, but in one of the Lord of the Rings books, not sure which one, probably part II, one of the hobbits (begins with a P.. perry, pipp? cant remember) sings a song/poem about the shire.. and lets face it, you cant get any more nostalgic/remeniscent about peaceful utopian shires in middle earth, now can you..

    check it up, its definately worth ur while..

    thank me later

    Oz

  16. NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

    Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.

    -Robert Frost (1923)

  17. Confession, I am very dense when it comes to poetry..

    Off topic, you are mentioned in my post today..

  18. Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.”

    Henry Van Dyke

  19. No one understood time better than Albert Einstien. Well if you travel at a speed close to that of the speed of light, then your timing system does not synchronize with those traveling at normal speed. I mean, if you travel for one day at the speed of light and return to earth, 5 years would probably have elapsed. from your perspective, you have not lived longer, but from the perspective of observers from earth, they grew 5 years.. in others words, at extremely high speed (comparable to that of light), time seems to pass very very slowly. One more thing, surpassing the speed of light is a physical and mathematically impossiblity, for if it happens, time would start reversing. But how can we push a partical beyond the speed of light? Simply, we need infinite energy!!!

  20. annoneemyoius

    Niyyalekk

  21. might be too late! but one of the best poems about time is Lesiure by WM Davis:
    What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

    No time to stand beneath the boughs
    And stare as long as sheep or cows.

    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

    No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance.

    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began.

    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

  22. Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress” is considered the epitome of the “carpe diem” poems in English. The speaker is trying to convince a young woman that she should not value chastity so much. A typical guy poem. :)

    To his Coy Mistress

    by Andrew Marvell

    Had we but world enough, and time,
    This coyness, lady, were no crime.
    We would sit down and think which way
    To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
    Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
    Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
    Of Humber would complain. I would
    Love you ten years before the Flood;
    And you should, if you please, refuse
    Till the conversion of the Jews.
    My vegetable love should grow
    Vaster than empires, and more slow.
    An hundred years should go to praise
    Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
    Two hundred to adore each breast,
    But thirty thousand to the rest;
    An age at least to every part,
    And the last age should show your heart.
    For, lady, you deserve this state,
    Nor would I love at lower rate.

    But at my back I always hear
    Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
    And yonder all before us lie
    Deserts of vast eternity.
    Thy beauty shall no more be found,
    Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
    My echoing song; then worms shall try
    That long preserv’d virginity,
    And your quaint honour turn to dust,
    And into ashes all my lust.
    The grave’s a fine and private place,
    But none I think do there embrace.

    Now therefore, while the youthful hue
    Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
    And while thy willing soul transpires
    At every pore with instant fires,
    Now let us sport us while we may;
    And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
    Rather at once our time devour,
    Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
    Let us roll all our strength, and all
    Our sweetness, up into one ball;
    And tear our pleasures with rough strife
    Thorough the iron gates of life.
    Thus, though we cannot make our sun
    Stand still, yet we will make him run.

  23. Thanks a lot guys! So many of these suggestions were so good that I had a hard time deciding. In the end, I went with Candles of Cavafy,
    Yey, you’re all so sweet.

  24. Anonymous

    You’ll share with us what you did with it, won’t you?

  25. Oh, yeah, I used it in a short movie for a video class I’m taking.

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