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larryhammerIt’s been a while since I indulged you all with some very bad poetry—and it just so happens I just stumbled across a glorious example. You know you’re in for a ride when the poem starts:
You can appreciate the full poem here. You’re welcome.
Subject quote from Florence Nightingale, from Eminent Victorians, Lytton Strachey.
Spirits of dawn, divinely manifestMechanically competent, but yeah not good. At all. This is from “Sunrise on Mansfield Mountain” by Alice Brown (1857-1948). She’s better known as a local-color New England novelist—the mountain in question is in Vermont, so the location at least is in her wheelhouse.
Behind your blushing banners in the sky,
Daring invaders of Night's tenting-ground,—
How do ye strain on forward-bending foot,
Each to be first in heralding of joy!
With silence sandalled, so they weave their way,
And so they stand, with silence panoplied,
Chanting, through mystic symbollings of flame,
Their solemn invocation to the light.
You can appreciate the full poem here. You’re welcome.
Subject quote from Florence Nightingale, from Eminent Victorians, Lytton Strachey.
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Date: 18 August 2022 04:05 pm (UTC)Although I quite like: 'night's tenting ground' which is worthy of something better.
That said, it's not so bad that it's good like William T!
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Date: 18 August 2022 04:37 pm (UTC)But it is deliciously bad.
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Date: 18 August 2022 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 18 August 2022 05:50 pm (UTC)Those last four lines are total Bonk City, of course.
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Date: 19 August 2022 05:18 pm (UTC)Ouch.
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Date: 19 August 2022 07:16 pm (UTC)