A warm welcome to all members

I would just like to extend a warm welcome to all members of the Antiquity Literary Society, and of course to anyone interested in reading our contributions.

This blog was created because, I understand the difficulty members have in attending regular inworld meetings. We all have many demands on our time, both in SL and RL. and in SL we have the added difficulty of living in different time zones. Therefore, I would welcome any contribution you would like to make to this blog, in connection with the literary society.

The following is an example of the kind or posting you can make, but it is not exclusive and anything you wish to share with the group, of a literary nature, would be appreciated.

*You may wish to make a literary criticism, or comment, on the month's chosen text. This month's text was chosen by Lord AngusGraham Ceawlin, 'O Captain! my Captain' (reproduced below).

*You may want to contribute a piece of your own writing, poety or short prose, for consideration and comments from other readers.

*You may have recently read something that you have found particularly interesting, or moving, that you would like to share with us.

* Maybe you have a favourite poem or piece of short writing.

Please feel free to make any suggestions on anything else you think might be of interest.

I am new to blogging, and I know that we have members with far more experience, so if you would like to improve on the layout of this blog, please feel free to do so. I set this blog up, but it it's not my blog, it belongs to all members of the literary society. and, as I am sure no one would post anything likely to offend other members, I want you all to feel free to add anything you feel is appropriate.

Kind regards
Hope Coakes

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O Captain my Captain

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths--for you the shores accrowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.