I went to the woods because I
Wanted to live deliberately -
I wanted to live deep and suck
Out all the marrow of life!
To put to rest all that was not life...
And not, when I came to die, discover
That I had not lived...
"The Dead Poets were dedicated to 'sucking the marrow out of life.' That's a phrase from Thoreau we would invoke at the beginning of every meeting. You see, we would gather at the old Indian cave and take turns reading from Thoreau, Whitman, Shelley. The biggies! Even some of our own verse. And in the enchantment of the moment, we'd let poetry work its magic."
"You mean, it was a bunch of guys sitting around reading poetry?"
"No, Mr. Overstreet, it wasn't just guys. We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned, and gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?"
This guild is dedicated to not only poetry and its' authors, but prose as well. We are the admirers of it all and this guild was made solely for the purpose of discussing such matters. Not only can you post poetry, talk about it, and/or comment, but roleplays may be started as well. Spread the word.
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Lisaminer40
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