On my last day in Columbus, which Didn't feel Like my last day in Columbus We sat on the stairs outside your apartment Overlooking the courtyard As you chain-smoked cigarettes doing everything Very quickly. Saying We're on the verge of it, I could be Kerouac and you Could be Ginsberg or Cassady, and all of this could be our Dharma bums.
What an uncommon and unmistakable howl that was, Joe. The clouds moved towards us so quickly, but Until we focused on the stars, more fixed in the sky Those clouds didn't seem to be moving at all. It was something about the courtyard you said. It's all very prosical, you said. I nodded because it didn't make sense. You put out your last cigarette for the night and I Walked away from you sitting there In the rearview of my life.
(Sal Paradise never saw Dean Moriarty again. Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady were lifelong friends. )
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Author: Jimmy King
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Date: 27/02/2020
№ 1085844
Athens
A primary flaw of Democracy is the error of assuming popular opinion is in accordance with objectivity.
That's not to disrespect Democracy, But to illustrate that People are fickle. Think for yourself, but consider others.
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Author: Anubis the Philosomancer
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Date: 16/12/2019
№ 937747
Taming in the School of Athens
I have tamed him, And though we advance At different paces, We learn from the places We both have been In the different places Of our life. We are tamed to see Both sides of a knife, And he has tamed me to Never be blamed for Strife caused by the Soft side of the knife. We've been tamed to aim For both sides of life.
Empty bottles And burnt our cigarettes Are the reminder That nothing lasts forever.
Words can not describe How much i'll miss The comfort of your laugh.
On this morning My lungs are filled with the Sweet smell Of gasoline And tears As I watch you leave.
These times have changed, And nothing Will be the same Again.
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Author: Arabella
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Date: 12/05/2019
№ 759818
Athens
I thought if i bought an owl And brought it to Athens, In return i would find Prosperity and compassion. Yet in all my years I could not predict, Let alone imagine, Knowledge and wisdom Would have gone out of fashion.
As if we were just old friends; You'd ask, How are you baby?
And I would reply: It won't stop raining.
You'd want to know If time ever mends?
And I'd tell you: That time alone, Brought Babylon To her knees.
Then you'd ask if maybe, I missed the fever That came with the North wind?
And although I've missed it greatly, I'll answer plainly, That I no longer care For such silly sins.
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Author: Georgina Ann
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Date: 29/09/2018
№ 443754
Corinna, from Athens, to Tanagra
Tanagra! think not I forget Thy beautifully-storey'd streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet In clear Thermodon, and yet greets The blythe and liberal shepherd boy, Whose sunny bosom swells with joy When we accept his matted rushes Upheaved with sylvan fruit; away he bounds, and blushes.
I promise to bring back with me What thou with transport wilt receive, The only proper gift for thee, Of which no mortal shall bereave In later times thy mouldering walls, Until the last old turret falls; A crown, a crown from Athens won! A crown no god can wear, beside Latona's son.
There may be cities who refuse To their own child the honours due, And look ungently on the Muse; But ever shall those cities rue The dry, unyielding, niggard breast, Offering no nourishment, no rest, To that young head which soon shall rise Disdainfully, in might and glory, to the skies.
Sweetly where cavern'd Dirce flows Do white-arm'd maidens chaunt my lay, Flapping the while with laurel-rose The honey-gathering tribes away; And sweetly, sweetly, Attick tongues Lisp your Corinna's early songs; To her with feet more graceful come The verses that have dwelt in kindred breasts at home.
O let thy children lean aslant Against the tender mother's knee, And gaze into her face, and want To know what magic there can be In words that urge some eyes to dance, While others as in holy trance Look up to heaven; be such my praise! Why linger? I must haste, or lose the Delphick bays.
