I’m not sure if the poem Desiderata qualifies as being retro, but I guess most poems are of this nature since many are such timeless classics. Most of my friends can actually recite this poem verbatim, I exclude myself in this assertion.
Desiderata, is from Latin for “desired things” and the poem is inspirational in […]

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This world is all a fleeting show,
For man’s illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,
There’s nothing true but Heaven!

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Oh rigid Farmer! bear in mind
Your labor is for future hours.
Advance! spare not! nor look behind!
Plough deep and straight with all your powers!

photocredit: abnogueir

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To gild refinèd gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

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Soar High way up in the sky, where dreams go, where dreams come true…
Beautiful wonders way up high..
Life and love, earth and heaven…
So far and so close…
Soar high, bird of wonder… I can see heaven, glorious glorious sky…
Soar, be free, fly so that heaven may we see…
I can see life, and I can see you…
Because […]

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Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend
To mean devices for a sordid end.
Courage–an independent spark from Heaven’s bright throne,
By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone.
Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,
Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.
Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above,
By which those great in war, are […]

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The following is from the poem that concluded the convocation yesterday for the Virginia Tech community in which President George W. Bush attended as well.
The video comes after the poem.
We are Virginia Tech,
we are sad today
and we will be sad for quite a while
we are not moving on
we are embracing our mourning

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I will make the world my own fairytale.
Make the sky blue as heaven, and have angels come down.
I will have butterflies flutter by, and birds fly in unison…
My princess will wait for me, and I will rescue her from danger,

(poem continued below)

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What is beautiful?
Beautiful is her loving eyes,
Her comforting words,
Her gentle touch.
Beautiful is her soul,

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O’ Beautiful Child, my Son, my Life
Such innocence, such beauty, such love
Your eyes gaze, and I am mesmerized
You playfulness, your youth, your laugh
Be forever in my memory
You are my joy, my world… my boy

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Sitting, looking out into the sea
Wondering, thinking of beauty and peace
Wondrous light, oh wondrous inspiration

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It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream,
A blissful certainty, a vision bright,
Of that rare happiness, which even on earth
Heaven gives to those it loves.

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To one who has been long in city pent,
‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven…
– Keats

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How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven:
In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark-blue depths.
Beneath her steady ray
The desert-circle spreads.
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night!
– SOUTHEY

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A truthful page is childhood’s lovely face,
Whereon sweet Innocence has record made,
An outward semblance of the young heart’s grace,
Where truth, and love, and trust are all portrayed.
– SHILLABER

(photocredit: pelayo)

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