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July 1, 2016 – The 100th Anniversary of the start of the Battle of the Somme

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

English Teacher Re-Titles Classic Poems As Clickbait In Last-Ditch Effort To Trick Students Into Learning


Read this one weird article. You won’t believe what happens next!

English Teacher Re-Titles Classic Poems As Clickbait In Last-Ditch Effort To Trick Students Into Learning


Understanding Poetry

Happy National Poetry Month! This comic was inspired by one of my favorite poems, “The New Poetry Handbook” by Mark Strand. This month on Incidental Comics, I’ll be exploring the world of poetry. A place, as Marianne Moore famously said, of  ”imaginary gardens with real toads in them.”


ask nothing more of me, sweet;
all i can give you i give.

the oblation, algernon charles swinburne


idk friends I just want Horace to know that people all over the world quote his carpe diem. i just want to let him know that he was right, that he never actually died, he wanted to live forever and he did it. “non omnis moriar” you were right, Quintus, my dear friend. I, a 18-year-old kid who lives 2012 years after your death, remember you and cherish your works. you’ve finished a monument more lasting than bronze, taller than the pyramids, a monument that neither the rain nor the winds could destroy. you will live forever in our hearts and your glory will never stop shining. 

a word from the ancient poets


watch, says lucretius. our bodies are atoms that dance through the void, riding the celestial swerve. we are what the universe is made of, so look closely. you may feel alone, but out in that empty space, there is so much like you.

go, says vergil. the world is large and beautiful, and so many things remain to be seen. so much is unknown out there, waiting to be discovered, from the greatest elephant to the smallest bee. go, and find what waits for you.

change, says ovid. the universe is not a stagnant pool, waiting in static silence. with every turn of the world something is new, and you may be afraid of what may happen. but though everything changes, nothing completely dies. for all that changes in you, you are still yourself. don’t be afraid.

sing, says sappho. there may be times when people hate your song or try to change the verses to fit what they think you should be, but your song is yours. lift your voice high as you sing it- the people who love you will sing along.

love, says catullus. you have faced heartbreak and you have been hurt, and it’s only fair that your heart fights against that pain. but life is short, and we all must sleep when our night falls, so give your heart over as best as you can, to friends, to lovers, to yourself.

live, says horace. we never know when our time will come, and we cannot know what tomorrow will hold. so take a deep breath and live today and enjoy what the world has to show you.

sleep, says homer. the night is wine-dark and the stars shine bright against the cloak of the sky, but rosy-fingered dawn will come again to touch your life with light.

I want to explain about the Catullus poem (101). Catullus wrote poem 101 for his brother who died in the Troad. Nothing at all is known of the brother except his death. Catullus appears to have travelled from Verona to Asia Minor to stand at the grave. Perhaps he recited the elegy there. I have loved this poem since the first time I read it in high school Latin class and I have tried to translate it a number of times. Nothing in English can capture the passionate, slow surface of a Roman elegy. No one (even in Latin) can approximate Catullan diction, which at its most sorrowful has an air of deep festivity, like one of those trees that turns all its leaves over, silver, in the wind. I never arrived at the translation I would like to do of poem 101. But over the years of working at it, I came to think of translating as a room, not exactly an unknown room, where one gropes for the light switch. I guess it never ends.

Anne Carson, from Nox

(via lifeinpoetry)

Blogger Gatherings!

Click the button for reports from the 2010 Spring Blogger Gathering, hosted by Linett of Nimrodel!

Berethron of Brandywine hosted the 2010 Summer Blogmoot.

The Winter Blogmoot was held on December 4, 9 p.m. EST at the home of Telwen of Silverlode.

Next up: The Spring Blogmoot of 2011 shall return to Nimrodel with Tuiliel (Whart, aka user-1027520) hosting! Linett is looking forward to another local moot!



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