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    If Great Poets Lived Today

    Mark Zuckerberg has killed poetry. Instead of expressing ourselves with long sonnets to our favorite aspects of this world, we have devolved into clicking a button. Also, this is a huge exaggeration but whatever.

    • Then

    • "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

      Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
      And sorry I could not travel both
      And be one traveler, long I stood
      And looked down one as far as I could
      To where it bent in the undergrowth;
      Then took the other, as just as fair,
      And having perhaps the better claim,
      Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
      Though as for that the passing there
      Had worn them really about the same,
      And both that morning equally lay
      In leaves no step had trodden black.
      Oh, I kept the first for another day!
      Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
      I doubted if I should ever come back.
      I shall be telling this with a sigh
      Somewhere ages and ages hence:
      Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
      I took the one less traveled by,
      And that has made all the difference.

    • Now

      Now

    • Then

    • "A Girl" by Ezra Pound

      The tree has entered my hands,
      The sap has ascended my arms,
      The tree has grown in my breast-
      Downward,
      The branches grow out of me, like arms.  Tree you are,
      Moss you are,
      You are violets with wind above them.
      A child - so high - you are,
      And all this is folly to the world.

    • Now

      Now

    • Then

    • O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

      1
      O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
      The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
      The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
      While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
      But O heart! heart! heart!
      O the bleeding drops of red,
      Where on the deck my Captain lies,
      Fallen cold and dead.  2
      O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
      Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
      For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
      For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
      Here Captain! dear father!
      This arm beneath your head;
      It is some dream that on the deck,
      You've fallen cold and dead.  3
      My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
      My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
      The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
      From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
      Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
      But I, with mournful tread,
      Walk the deck my Captain lies,
      Fallen cold and dead.

    • Now

      Now

    • Then

    • "God Bless America" by Irving Berlin

      While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
      Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
      Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
      As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. God bless America,
      Land that I love.
      Stand beside her, and guide her
      Through the night with a light from above.
      From the mountains, to the prairies,
      To the oceans, white with foam
      God bless America, My home sweet home
      God bless America, My home sweet home.

    • Now

      Now

    • Then

    • "Phenomenal Women" - Maya Angelou

      Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
      I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
      But when I start to tell them,
      They think I'm telling lies.
      I say,
      It's in the reach of my arms
      The span of my hips,
      The stride of my step,
      The curl of my lips.
      I'm a woman
      Phenomenally.
      Phenomenal woman,
      That's me. I walk into a room
      Just as cool as you please,
      And to a man,
      The fellows stand or
      Fall down on their knees.
      Then they swarm around me,
      A hive of honey bees.
      I say,
      It's the fire in my eyes,
      And the flash of my teeth,
      The swing in my waist,
      And the joy in my feet.
      I'm a woman
      Phenomenally.
      Phenomenal woman,
      That's me. Men themselves have wondered
      What they see in me.
      They try so much
      But they can't touch
      My inner mystery.
      When I try to show them
      They say they still can't see.
      I say,
      It's in the arch of my back,
      The sun of my smile,
      The ride of my breasts,
      The grace of my style.
      I'm a woman Phenomenally.
      Phenomenal woman,
      That's me. Now you understand
      Just why my head's not bowed.
      I don't shout or jump about
      Or have to talk real loud.
      When you see me passing
      It ought to make you proud.
      I say,
      It's in the click of my heels,
      The bend of my hair,
      the palm of my hand,
      The need of my care,
      'Cause I'm a woman
      Phenomenally.
      Phenomenal woman,
      That's me.

    • Now

      Now

    • I think I've read something like this before...

      I think I've read something like this before...

    • Oh I know...

      Oh I know...

    • Source

      Source

    • We're already dead

      We're already dead