ich bin zwar nicht so der gedichtfreund (beispielsweise find ich alle bisher geposteten total kacke, aber unwichtig, gedichte hassen mich und ich hasse gedichte) aber dennoch kenne ich ein paar richtig gute, die über alles erhaben sind, weil sie einfach gut sind.

von lovecraft zum beispiel
H.P. Lovecaft - The City

It was golden and splendid,
That City of light;
A vision suspended
In deeps of the night;
A region of wonder and glory, whose temples were marble and white.

I remember the season
It dawn'd on my gaze;
The mad time of unreason,
The brain-numbing days
When Winter, white-sheeted and ghastly, stalks onward to torture and craze.

More lovely than Zion
It shone in the sky
When the beams of Orion
Beclouded my eye,
Bringing sleep that was filled with dim mem'ries of moments obscure and gone by.

Its mansions were stately,
With carvings made fair,
Each rising sedately
On terraces rare,
And the gardens were fragrant and bright with strange miracles blossoming there.

The avenues lur'd me
With vistas sublime;
Tall arches assur'd me
That once on a time
I had wander'd in rapture beneath them, and bask'd in the Halcyon clime.

On the plazas were standing
A sculptur'd array;
Long bearded, commanding,
rave men in their day--
But one stood dismantled and broken, its bearded face battered away.

In that city effulgent
No mortal I saw,
But my fancy, indulgent
To memory's law,
Linger'd long on the forms in the plazas, and eyed their stone features with awe.

I fann'd the faint ember
That glow'd in my mind,
And strove to remember
The aeons behind;
To rove thro' infinity freely, and visit the past unconfin'd.

Then the horrible warning
Upon my soul sped
Like the ominous morning
That rises in red,
And in panic I flew from the knowledge of terrors forgotten and dead.


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okay, und dann denke ich müsste in so einem thread wenigstens noch ein klassiches beatnik gedicht stehen.

Allen Ginsberg - Five A.M.

[FONT=Arial]Elan that lifts me above the clouds[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]into pure space, timeless, yea eternal[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Breath transmuted into words[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Transmuted back to breath[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]in one hundred two hundred years[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]nearly Immortal, Sappho's 26 centuries[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]of cadenced breathing -- beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers, Nation empires[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]brass walls, polished marble, Inca Artwork[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]of the mind -- but where's it come from?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or Hell --[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all night[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]flooding mind with space, echoing through future cities, Megalopolis or[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Cretan village, Zeus' birth cave Lassithi Plains -- Otsego County[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]farmhouse, Kansas front porch?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Buddha's a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana --[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue sky[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]at May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street --[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial]Where does it come from, where does it go forever?[/FONT]