The Death Of Regret
I opened my shutter at sunrise,
And looked at the hill hard by,
And I heartily grieved for the comrade
Who wandered up there to die.
I let in the morn on the morrow,
And failed not to think of him then,
As he trod up that rise in the twilight,
And never came down again.
I undid the shutter a week thence,
But not until after I'd turned
Did I call back his last departure
By the upland there discerned.
Uncovering the casement long later,
I bent to my toil till the gray,
When I said to myself, 'Ah - what ails me,
To forget him all the day!'
As daily I flung back the shutter
In the same blank bald routine,
He scarcely once rose to remembrance
Through a month of my facing the scene.
And ah, seldom now do I ponder
At the window as heretofore
On the long valued one who died yonder,
And wastes by the sycamore.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Loose Shutter
i am nothing more
than the loose shutter,
banging against the window
of a foreclosed house...
but the shutter,
the wind that blows it,
the window, and even
the empty rooms...
all have faces,
all have names!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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On the Deck
sonnet #18
on the deck
i sit in silence on the deck at night
and look into the gloom. the low winds utter
low sighing sounds. along the horizon’s height
the mountains rise darkly in the waning light;
within the house, behind a wind-blown shutter,
a flickering light burns, and white moths flutter
against the casement in their blundering flight.
attracted by the glow of brighter lamps,
the younger guys have left me with my ‘pipe’,
listening to the wind and crickets call.
i only think: the sun has dried my cramps,
the mist will touch the morn, the time is ripe
and in the sky, the stars begin to fall.
poem by Derrick Hubert Schnabel
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This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.
Dennis Lehanne in Shutter Island (2003)
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Haunted
See! He trails his toes
Through the long streaks of moonlight,
And the nails of his fingers glitter:
They claw and flash among the tree-tops.
His lips suck at my open window,
And his breath creeps about my body
And lies in pools under my knees.
I can see his mouth sway and wobble,
Sticking itself against the window-jambs,
But the moonlight is bright on the floor,
Without a shadow.
Hark! a hare is strangling in the forest,
And the wind tears a shutter from the wall.
poem by Amy Lowell
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The Watcher
I think I hear the sound of horses' feet
Beating upon the graveled avenue.
Go to the window that looks on the street,
He would not let me die alone, I knew.'
Back to the couch the patient watcher passed,
And said: 'It is the wailing of the blast.'
She turned upon her couch and, seeming, slept,
The long, dark lashes shadowing her cheek;
And on and on the weary moments crept,
When suddenly the watcher heard her speak:
'I think I hear the sound of horses' hoofs-'
And answered, ''Tis the rain upon the roofs.'
Unbroken silence, quiet, deep, profound.
The restless sleeper turns: 'How dark, how late!
What is it that I hear-a trampling sound?
I think there is a horseman at the gate.'
The watcher turns away her eyes tear-blind:
'It is the shutter beating in the wind.'
The dread hours passed; the patient clock ticked on;
The weary watcher moved not from her place.
The gray dim shadows of the early dawn
Caught sudden glory from the sleeper's face.
'He comes! my love! I knew he would!' she cried;
And smiling sweetly in her slumbers, died.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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What A Little Moonlight Can Do
(h. woods)
Ooh, what a little moonlight can do
Ooh, what a little moonlight can do to you
Youre in love
Your hearts a flutter
And all day long you only shutter
cause your poor tongue
Just wont utter the words I love you
Ooh, what a little moonlight can do
Wait a while
till the little moonbeams comes peeking through
You get bold
You cant resist him
All you say
When you kissed him is
Ooh, what a little moonlight can do
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Little Sister
The wind knocks at the window,
And my heart is full of fear,
For I know when it is calling
That some evil thing is near.
It whispers in the chimney,
And I strike the log to flame,
Lest it come down and take me
To the land that hath no name.
For once I had a sister,
Who now am left alone,
And here we sat together,
When the wind did sigh and moan.
There came a gentle knocking
Quick and sudden at the door,
And my sister hushed my terror,
Saying, ''Tis the wind, a-stór!'
She took my arms from round her,
She kissed me, cheek and chin,
But I cried, 'Oh, little sister,
Do not let the robber in!'
She rose up from me laughing,
But her face was strange and white,
And she opened wide the window,
Looking long into the night.
And I said, 'Oh, little sister,
There is on your cheek a tear!'
''Tis but the rain,' she whispered;
But my heart was full of fear.
And I said, 'Oh, little sister,
There's a hand upon the door.'
Soft she chid me from my crying,
Saying, ''Tis the wind, a-stór.'
And turning from me smiling,
She took down the bar and chain,
But her cheek was like the lily
As she went into the rain.
And I said, 'Oh, little sister,
Will you then return no more?'
But I only heard the pushing
Of the wind upon the door.
Long I cried, 'Oh, little sister,
Will you soon come back again?'
But I only heard the beating
Of the storm upon the pane.
Now my mother sits in sorrow,
Weeping all the livelong day;
And I think she dreads the robber
Who did take her child away.
So I put up bar and shutter
When the wind goes howling by,
For I know when it comes knocking
That some evil thing is nigh.
poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
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Lifes Projection
Inside an individual's life is a projection
of their life story, created from the Lamp of Divine light.
This Divine Light, focused, condensed, into a strong beam
projecting the ongoing life story of the individual.
This beam of Divine Light shines through the shutter
of moments connected by consciousness.
Consciousness acts like film, where the life story of the individual is experienced, acted on, and stored. The shutter of moments lets the Divine Light through because each moment is in the right position.
poem by Bullion Grey
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Remembrance Day
For our king and our country and the promise of glory
We came from kingston and brighton to fight on the front line
Just lads from the farms and boys from the cities
Not meant to be soldiers we lay in the trenches
Wed face the fighting with a smile - or so we said
If only we had known what danger lay ahead
The sky turned to grey as we went into battle
On the fields of europe young men were fallin
Ill be back for you someday - it wont be long
If I can just hold on til this bloody war is over
The guns will be silent on remembrance day
Therell be no more fighting on remembrance day
By october of 18 cambrai had fallen
Soon the war would be over and wed be returnin
Dont forget me while Im gone far away
Well it wont be long till Im back there in your arms again
One day soon - I dont know when
You know well all be free and the bells of peace will ring again
The time will come for you and me
Well be goin home when this bloody war is ended
The guns will be silent on remembrance day
Well all say a prayer on remembrance day
On remembrance day - say a little prayer
On remembrance day
Well the guns will be silent
Therell be no more fighting
Oh well lay down our weapons
On remembrance day
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Elitists With Egos
I shutter at the thought,
My brother experiences loses.
Or that my sister weeps...
From wishes to keep,
Herself sheltered!
And the innocent smiles...
On her children's faces.
And elitists with egos debate their fates.
As if their decisions...
Time will allow,
To puff those chests of those walking proud.
I shutter at the thought,
My brother experiences loses.
Or that my sister weeps...
From wishes to keep,
Herself sheltered!
And the innocent smiles...
On her children's faces.
There is a madness about this that makes no sense!
And how can those cry in privacy...
As a few who represent their wellbeing,
Disrespect the seriousness of tears falling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peg
Ive seen your picture
Your name in lights above it
This is your big debut
Its like a dream come true
And when you smile for the camera
I know theyre gonna love it
I like your pin shot
I keep it with your letter
Done up in blueprint blue
It sure looks good on you
So wont you smile for the camera
I know Ill love you better
Peg
It will come back to you
Peg
It will come back to you
Then the shutter falls
You see it all in 3-d
Its your favorite foreign movie
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Everyone sees different things.
Dennis Lehanne in Shutter Island (2003)
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Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.
quote by Ansel Adams
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Maybe there are some things we were put on this earth not to know.
Dennis Lehanne in Shutter Island (2003)
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When that shutter clicks, anything else that can be done afterward is not worth consideration.
quote by Edward Steichen
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In my photographs it is apparent that there was no posing at the moment I released the shutter.
quote by Jerzy Kosinski
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Which would be worse, to live as a monster or to die as a good man?
Dennis Lehanne in Shutter Island (2003)
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I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.
quote by Christopher Isherwood
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Heart Cannot Shut....
the heart can
never be
a shutter
in that camera of
love,
to a beautiful day
it can't resist
opening
again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imagining the Reunion
How long have I been here
A day
A week
I've forgotten what you look like.
How, when we were together
You
and
Me
What was it that you use to say
To get me to laugh that way?
Can you remember?
Nope
Not
Me.
How was it you would look at me
And
I
Understood.
Every day brings something new
And, so does every week.
So, now,
How are you?
Anything new at all?
Me,
I'm not the same person.
I've mended some
From our fall.
The bruises don't bother me
Or the pain
Anymore.
I'm numb now..
And dull now,
And weary of another fall.
So, tell me
What ails you?
Why did you decide to call?
Yea, well, we all wish at times
Things could be different.
But, what's the point of it all?
Can
You
Remember?
Because I managed to forget.
Are you serious
When you ask me
If there are any regrets?
How long have I been here
Not
Too
Long
It sometimes seems..
But what are years to someone
Who is come undone
At the seams.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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