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نوشته شده توسط علی بیدار در سه شنبه 88/3/26 و ساعت 1:23 صبح | نظرات دیگران()The City in the Sea
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters he.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free
Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls
Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol’s diamond eyeNot the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea-
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow
The hours are breathing faint and low
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-49) - American poet, short-story writer, and critic who is best known for his tales of ratiocination, his fantastical horror stories, and his genre-founding detective stories. Poe, whose cloudy personal life is a virtual legend, considered himself primarily a poet. City in the Sea (1831) - One of Poe’s poems. It deals with a fantastical dream-world.
نوشته شده توسط علی بیدار در دوشنبه 88/3/18 و ساعت 1:14 صبح | نظرات دیگران()
آیا شبیه کارل مارکس نیست؟؟!!( منظورم تنها چهره ایشان می باشد)
کارل مارکس
نوشته شده توسط علی بیدار در یکشنبه 88/3/17 و ساعت 2:32 صبح | نظرات دیگران()عیادت
مرگ از پنجره بسته به من می نگرد
زندگی از دم در
قصه رفتن دارد
روح ام از سقف گذر خواهد کرد
در شبی تیره و سرد
تخت حس خواهد کرد
که سبک تر شده است
در تن ام خرچنگی است
که مرا می کاود
خوب می دانم من
که تهی خواهم شد
و فرو خواهم ریخت
توده زشت کریهی شده ام
بچه های ام از من می ترسند
آشنایان ام نیز
به ملاقات پرستار جوان می آیند1
شعر از عمران صلاحی
نوشته شده توسط علی بیدار در جمعه 88/3/15 و ساعت 2:10 صبح | نظرات دیگران()
