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I'm looking for a certain poem recited by John Sheridan in
Babylon five. It the episode where he arms his army for the
final confrontation with the Shadows and Vorlons. If you know which poet (I think it was Keats) and a copy of the poem please
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NO Emily Dickinson!!!!!!
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Theology
There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
There is a hell, I'm quite as sure; for pray
If there is not were will my neighbors go?
The Bedford Introduction to Literature
Ruth Porritt
Read This Poem From The Bottom Up
This simple catheral of praise.
How you made, from the bottom up,
Is for you to remember
Of Andromeda. What remains
Until you meet the ancient light
With your sight you can keep acending
Its final transformation into space.
And uphold
The horizon's urge to sculpt the sky
Puts into relief
Your families mountain land
Upon the rising air. In the distance
A windward falcon is open high and steady
Far sbove the tallest tree
Just beyond your height.
You see a young pine lifting its green spire
By raising your eyes
Out onto the roof deck.
You pass through sliding glass doors
And up to the stairway ends.
To the top of the penultimate stanza
pass the secound story,
But now you're going the other way,
Line by line, to the bottom of the page.
A force that usually pulls you down,
Of moving againts the gravity of habit,
While trying not to notice the effort
And feel what it's like to climb stairs
The Bedford Introduction to Literature
Stephan Crane
A Man Said To The Universe
A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
The Bedford Introduction to Literature
W. H. Auden
The Unknown Citizen
(To JS/M/378 This Marble Monument is
Erected by the state)
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That in the modern sense of an old fashioned word, he was a saint.
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he was't a scab or odd in his views
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked to drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in a hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything neccesary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, car and a frigidare.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
And he held the proper opinions for the time of the year;
When there was peace, he was for peace; when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation,
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong we should had heard.
The Bedford Introduction to Literature
X. J. Kennedy
A Visit from St. Sigmund
'Twas the night before Chrismas, when all though each kid
Not a Ego is stirring, not even a Id.
The hangups were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Sigmund Freud soon would be there.
The children in scream class had knocked off their screams,
Letting Jungian archetypes dance through their dreams,
And Mamma with her bra off and I on her lap
Had just snuggled when a vast thunderclap
Boomed and from my unconscious arose such a chatter
As Baptist John's teeth mad on Salome's platter.
Away from my darling I flew like a flash,
Tore straight to the bathroom and threw up, and-smash!
Through the the windowpane hurtled and bounced on the floor
A big brick-holy smoke, It was hard to ignore.
As I heard further thunderclaps-lo and behold-
Came a little psychiatrist eighty years old.
He drove a wheeled couch pulled by five fat psychoses
And the gleam in his eye might induce a hypnosis.
Like subliminal meanings his coursers they came
And consulting his notebook, he called them by name:
"Now Schizo, now Fetish, now Fear of Castration!
On Paranoia! on Penis-fixation!
Ach, yes, that big brick through your glass I should mention:
Just a simple device to compel your attention.
You need boy, to be in an analyst's power:
You talk, I take notes-fifty schillings an hour."
A bag full of symbols he'd slung on his back;
He looked smug as a junk-peddler laden with smack
Or a shrewd politician soliticing votes
And his chinbeard was stiff as a starched billygoat's
Then laying one finger aside of his nose,
He chortled, "What means this? Mein Gott, I suppose
There's a meaning in fingers, in candles and wicks,
In mouseholes and doughnut holes, steeples and sticks.
You see, it's the imminent prospect of sex
That makes all humans run round till we're wrecks,
Und each innocent infant since people began
Wants to bed with his momma and kill his old man;
So never you fear that you're sick as a swine-
Your hangups are every sane person's and mine.
Even Hamlet was hot for his mom- there's the rub;
Even Oedipus Clubfoot was one of the club.
Hmmm, that's humor unconscious." He gave me rib-pokes
And for almost two hours explained phallic jokes.
Then he sprang to his couch, to his crew gave a not,
And away thwy flew like the concept of God.
In the worst of my dreams I can hear him shout still,
"Merry Chrismas to all! In the mail comes my bill."
