Veeky Forums poetry

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What the fuck does this have to do with fashion

you got my answer user. you got good taste mate

i'd add this handsome motherfucker, w.c.w., and dickinson

>Black jeans
>Guys, how do I keep up with black jeans when all I wear are they? Black goes best with my closet, but I literally wear one pair of jeans all the time, washing them only when I habe time to. How do
>people who wear black only manage their bottoms when it can only be limited to black jeans and black trousers...

Veeky Forums poetry.

My life sucks
Only good thing about it are my ZX Flux
ADV Full Black
With shoes like that you don't need a Cadillac

Agreed.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

This is such a fucking great poem mate.

Post more Ezra Pound lads.

Tfw you can't manage your bottoms

This is on point.

might be the most basic Pound, but it always got to me and frankly, after years of studying english literature, it still does.

Oops, I should read before posting...
Anyway, the spacing of the original publication really adds to the charm in my opinion

agreed. the wikipedia source i used didnt seem to have the spacing there. ive seen some publications where even the second line is indented

"He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn."

raf simons,
rick owens
usually what,
i'm,
dressed

in

tricky ricky succ my


di cky

Whats a bough?

Like a branch.

> Baudelaire, 'The Enemy', translated by Richard Howard:

My youth was nothing but a lowering storm
occasionally lanced by sudden suns;
torrential rains have done their work so well
that no fruit ripens in my garden now.

Already the autumn of ideas has come,
and I must dig and rake and dig again
if I am to reclaim the flooded soil
collapsing into holes the size of graves.

I dream of new flowers, but who can tell
if this eroded swamp of mine affords
the mystic nourishment on which they thrive...

Time consumes existence pain by pain,
and the hidden enemy that gnaws our heart
feeds on the blood we lose, and flourishes!

> But really all of Les Fleurs du Mal is fantastic. Highly reccing Howard's translation.

This is really interesting.

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

ayyy "this is just to say" is my favorite w.c.w. poem