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Spirituality

  1. Subscriber FMF
    Main Poster
    10 May '18 01:23
    Dover Beach
    by Matthew Arnold

    The sea is calm tonight.
    The tide is full, the moon lies fair
    Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
    Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
    Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
    Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
    Only, from the long line of spray
    Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
    Listen! you hear the grating roar
    Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
    At their return, up the high strand,
    Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
    With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
    The eternal note of sadness in.

    Sophocles long ago
    Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
    Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
    Of human misery; we
    Find also in the sound a thought,
    Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

    The Sea of Faith
    Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
    Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
    But now I only hear
    Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
    Retreating, to the breath
    Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
    And naked shingles of the world.

    Ah, love, let us be true
    To one another! for the world, which seems
    To lie before us like a land of dreams,
    So various, so beautiful, so new,
    Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
    Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
    And we are here as on a darkling plain
    Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
    Where ignorant armies clash by night.


    Your thoughts?
  2. Standard member apathist
    looking for loot
    10 May '18 03:43
    Originally posted by @fmf
    ...
    Your thoughts?
    Poetry sucks. Just actually ask a real question.
  3. Standard member Romans1009
    Cretinous Mutterings
    10 May '18 03:53
    Originally posted by @fmf
    Dover Beach
    by Matthew Arnold

    The sea is calm tonight.
    The tide is full, the moon lies fair
    Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
    Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
    Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
    Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
    Only, from the long line of spray
    Where the sea meets the ...[text shortened]... alarms of struggle and flight,
    Where ignorant armies clash by night.


    Your thoughts?
    Hey Kiddo,

    Is that the poem you chose for your report in Miss Alawat’s class? tiger mentioned you were going the free-form, morose route. tiger picked “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.”
  4. 10 May '18 07:50 / 2 edits
    Originally posted by @fmf
    Dover Beach
    by Matthew Arnold

    Your thoughts?
    A beautiful and sad melancholy which speaks to me about the losss of faith through the relentless tides of human suffering and loss. But recognises the deep intrinsic value of love and peace and time itself as it trickles away for each of the passing generations of mankind.
  5. Standard member Romans1009
    Cretinous Mutterings
    10 May '18 08:18
    Originally posted by @divegeester
    A beautiful and sad melancholy which speaks to me about the losss of faith through the relentless tides of human suffering and loss. But recognises the deep intrinsic value of love and peace and time itself as it trickles away for each of the passing generations of mankind.
    That was absolutely lovely, tiger. But please mind the poem you selected for your report and let Kiddo do his own homework.
  6. Standard member Ghost of a Duke
    Zen Master
    10 May '18 10:37
    Originally posted by @fmf
    Dover Beach
    by Matthew Arnold

    The sea is calm tonight.
    The tide is full, the moon lies fair
    Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
    Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
    Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
    Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
    Only, from the long line of spray
    Where the sea meets the ...[text shortened]... alarms of struggle and flight,
    Where ignorant armies clash by night.


    Your thoughts?
    "The eternal note of sadness..."

    Wish I had written that.
  7. Subscriber Ragwort
    Ex Duris Gloria
    12 May '18 18:43
    Originally posted by @fmf

    .....The Sea of Faith .....

    Your thoughts?[/b]
    Don Cupitt?
  8. 12 May '18 19:04
    Originally posted by @apathist
    Poetry sucks. Just actually ask a real question.
    You suck, and like a Harlem whore pulling a golf ball through a hosepipe.
  9. Standard member Romans1009
    Cretinous Mutterings
    12 May '18 19:09
    Originally posted by @divegeester
    You suck, and like a Harlem whore pulling a golf ball through a hosepipe.
    Low class.

    Actually, no class.
  10. Standard member Romans1009
    Cretinous Mutterings
    12 May '18 19:12
    Originally posted by @divegeester
    You suck, and like a Harlem whore pulling a golf ball through a hosepipe.
    One wonders why you included “Harlem” in your comment, especially since Harlem historically has been inhabited predominantly by African Americans.

    And you accuse philo of racism? Got a reason for appending “Harlem” to your pejorative, or can we conclude you’re a racist?
  11. Standard member Romans1009
    Cretinous Mutterings
    22 May '18 05:17
    Originally posted by @divegeester
    You suck, and like a Harlem whore pulling a golf ball through a hosepipe.
    Why did you use the word “Harlem” in this post. Everyone knows Harlem is an area in the United States mostly inhabited by black people. Are you a racist, dive?