Can you guess the famous poems?
a sextet of famous poetry bastardised by formality
The openings to six beautiful and well-known poems have been subjected to the unforgivable torment of being transformed into clinical prose.
Please forgive me…while you are trying to figure out which classics are hidden within this joyless vernacular.
1. “Can concurrences in presentation balance between the immediate objective pronoun party and a designated interim time-frame in the atypically warmer meteorological quadmester rotation?”
2. “It transpired that the penultimate evening of Gregorian advent hosted — in respect of complete domiciliary pervasiveness — a distinct lack of animation from all parties present up to and including ‘mus musculus rodentia’.”
3. “One maundered in alienated mimicry of flocculent water vapour levitating at high altitude above pastoral prominence and depression prior to impromptu observation of aureate ‘Narcissus pseudonarcissus’ in abundance.”
4. “Abstain from wending with mansuetude in relation to laudable nocturnal manifest; superannuated longevity is obligated to deflagrate hysterically during diurnal terminus therefore exercise repeated vituperative paroxysm adversely directed toward moribund illumination.”
5. “Addressing twice the preeminent maritime overseer a cri de couer reveals the collective odyssey of trepidation has achieved its climax; galleass integrity is proven through environmental conditioning and reconnoitre has prevailed yielding competitive reward.”
6. “It is noted during peregrinations along statutorily facilitated thoroughfares, bypassing the similarly levied landmark estuary that multifarious countenances encountered forthwith possess lineaments betraying traits of despondent infirmity.”
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- “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
- William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 18"
2. “Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse”
-Clement Clarke Moore, “A visit from St. Nicholas”
3. “I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,“
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils”
-William Wordsworth, “I wandered lonely as a cloud”
4. “Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light”
-Dylan Thomas, “Do not go gentle into that good night”
5. “O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,”
-Walt Whitman, “O Captain! My Captain!”
6. “I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe”
-William Blake, “London”