Don't You... Forget About Me
Hey, I'm an LII-INTj female, 27 years old at the moment - a South African Indian/German legal practitioner.
I mainly love to learn from people and books, and to read - Tolstoy, Poe, Wilde, Le Guin, Asimov, Gaiman, Tolkien, Phillip K Dick, Douglas Adams, Herbert, the science folk of today such as Brian Greene, Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, Christopher Hitchens, the late Stephen Hawking, etc.
I'm an atheist who loves to discuss religion amicably.
I appreciate all types and feel there's something to learn from everyone in conversation or by observation.
How does socionics and typology enrich your life?
Your interpretation of the below poems or sharing what you like is welcomed.
Panthea (excerpt)
Nav, let us walk from fire unto fire,
From passionate pain to deadlier delight, -
I am too young to live without desire,
Too young art thou to waste this summer night
Asking those idle questions which of old
Man sought of seer and oracle, and no reply was told.
For, sweet, to feel is better than to know,
And wisdom is childless heritage,
One pulse of passion - youth's first fiery glow, -
Are worth the hoarded proverbs of the safe:
Vex not they soul with dead philosophy,
Have we not lips to kiss with, hearts love and eyes to see!?
Ye Shall Be Gods
Before the dividing of days
Or the singing of summer or spring
God from the dust did raise
A splendid good thing:
Man - from the womb of the land,
Man - from the sterile sod,
Torn by a terrible hand -
Formed in the image of God.
But the life of man is a sorrow
And death a relief from pain,
For love only lasts until tomorrow
And life without love is vain.
And your strength will wither like grass
Scorched by a pitiless sun,
And the might of your hands will pass
And the sands of your life will run.
O gods not of saving by sorrow
Whose joy is in weeping of men,
Who shall lend thee their life, or who borrow
From others to give thee again?
O gods ever wrathful and tearless,
O gods not of night but of day,
Though your faces be frowning and fearless
Thy Kingdom shall pass - men say.
The spirit of man is arisen
And crowned as a Mighty King
The people have broken from prison
And the voices once voiceless now sing.
Cry aloud, O dethroned and defeated,
Cry aloud for the fading of might,
Too long were ye feared and entreated,
Too long did men worship thy light.
Aye, weep for your crimes without number,
The loving and luring of men
For your greatness is sunken in slumber,
Your light will never lighten again.
We kneel to the great Iapygian
We bow to the Lampsacene's shrine (philosophy, truth and logic)
For hers is the only religion,
And hers to entice and entwine-
There was was another, men tell us,
The giver and taker of life,
A lovingless God and jealous,
Whose joy was in weeping and strife.
He is gone; and his temples sunken
In ashes and fallen in dust,
For the souls of the people are drunken
With dreams of the Lady of Lust -
We kneel to the Cyprian Mother,
We take up our lyres and sing,
'Thou are crowned with the crown of another,
Thou are throned where another was King.'
Wilde
A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day
In a vision or in none,
It it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And i hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep, while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
O God, can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Poe
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Originally Posted by Ligeia
