Which language offers the masculine form of poetry, like the

>>9373456
Latin and Greek (not modern Greek)

>>9373456
>fag detected

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>>9373456
>northern europe
>masculine by any means

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>>9373456
English
Lays of Ancient Rome, especially Horatius at the Bridge

LXVIII

And in the nights of winter,
When the cold north winds blow,
And the long howling of the wolves
Is heard amidst the snow;
When round the lonely cottage
Roars loud the tempest’s din,
And the good logs of Algidus
Roar louder yet within;


LXIX

When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit;
When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And the kid turns on the spit;
When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close;
When the girls are weaving baskets,
And the lads are shaping bows;


LXX

When the goodman mends his armour,
And trims his helmet’s plume;
When the goodwife’s shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,
How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.

Also Seamus Heaney's Beowulf

>>9373510
Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
"To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his Gods.

>>9373535
I also like the death of Roland, where his horn gushes his lifes blood while he sounds it, but I will take Horatius slaughtering his foes any day

>>9373552
that's beautiful, do you have any other recommendations?

Ezra Pound

>>9373562
They brought for them the chargers of splendid strength and speed.
They signed the cross upon the selles. They leaped upon the steed.
The bucklers with fair bosses about their necks are cast.
And the keen pointed lances, in the hand they grip them fast.
Each lance for each man of the three doth its own pennon bear.
And many worthy nobles have gathered round them there.
To the field where were the boundaries, accordingly they went.
The three men of the Campeador were all of one intent,
That mightily his foeman to smite each one should ride.
Lo! were the Heirs of Carrion upon the other side,

With stores of men, for many of their kin were with the two.
The King has given them judges, justice and naught else to do,
That yea or nay they should not any disputation make.
To them where in the field they sate the King Alfonso spake:
"Hearken ye Heirs of Carrion what thing to you I say:
In Toledo ye contrived it, but ye did not wish this fray.
Of my lord Cid the Campeador I brought these knights all three
To Carrion's land, that under my safe-conduct they might be.
Wait justice. Unto evil no wise turn your intent.
Whoso desireth evil with force will I prevent;
Such a thing throughout my kingdom he shall bitterly bemoan."
How downcast were the spirits of the Heirs of Carrion!

Now with the King the judges have marked the boundaries out.
They have cleared all the meadow of people roundabout.
And unto the six champions the boundaries have they shown,
Whoever went beyond them should be held for overthrown.
The folk that round were gathered now all the space left clear;
To approach they were forbiddden within six lengths of a spear.
'Gainst the sun no man they stationed, but by lot gave each his place.
Forth between them came the judges, and the foes are face to face.
Of my lord Cid the henchmen toward the Heirs of Carrion bore,
And Carrion's Heirs against them who served the Campeador.
The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright;
Before their breasts the bucklers with their hands have they gripped tight,
The lances with the pennons now have they pointed low,
And each bends down his countenance over the saddlebow;
Thereon the battle-chargers with the sharp spurs smote they,
And fain the earth had shaken where the steeds sprang away.
The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright.
Three against three together now have they joined the fight.

>>9373618
Whoso stood round for certain deemed that they dead would fall.
Per Vermudoz the challenge who delivered first of all,
Against Ferrand Gonzalvez there face to face he sped.
They smote each other's bucklers withouten any dread.
There has Ferrand Gonzalvez pierced don Pero's target through.
Well his lance-shaft in two places he shattered it in two.
Unto the flesh it came not, for there glanced off the steel.
Per Vermudoz sat firmly, therefore he did not reel.
For every stroke was dealt him, the buffet back he gave,
He broke the boss of the buckler, the shield aside he crave.
He dove through guard and armour, naught availed the man his gear.
Nigh the heart into the bosom he thrust the battle-spear.
Three mail-folds had Ferrando, and the third was of avail.
Two were burst through, yet firmly held the third fold of mail.
Ferrando's shirt and tunic, with the unpierced iron mesh,
A handsbreadth by Per Vermudoz were thrust into the flesh.
And forth from his mouth straightway a stream of blood did spout.
His saddle-girths were broken; not one of them held out.
O'er the tail of the charger he hurled him to the ground.
That his death stroke he had gotten thought all the folk around.
He left the war-spear in him, set hand his sword unto.
When Ferrand Gonzalvez saw it, then well Tizon he knew.
He shouted, "I am vanquished," rather than the buffet bear.
Per Vermudoz, the judges so decreeing, left him there.

With Didago Gonzalvez now doth don Martin close
the spears. They broke the lances so furious were the blows.
Martin Antolinez on sword his hand he laid.
The whole field shone, so brilliant and flawless was the blade.
He smote a buffet. Sidewise it caught him fair and right.
Aside the upper helmet the glancing stroke did smite.

It clove the helmet laces. Through the mail-hood did it fall,
Unto the coif, hard slashing through coif and helm and all,
And scraped the hair upon his brow. Clear to the flesh it sped.
Of the helm a half fell earthward and half crowned yet his head.
When the glorious Colada such a war-stroke had let drive,
Well knew Didago Gonzalvez that he could not 'scape alive.
He turned the charger's bridle rein, and right about he wheeled.
A blade in hand he carried that he did not seek to wield.
From Martin Antolinez welcome with the sword he got.
With the flat Martin struck him. With the edge he smote him not.
Thereon that Heir of Carrion, a mighty yell he gave:
"Help me, Oh God most glorious, defend me from that glaive."
Wheeling his horse, in terror he fled before the blade.
The steed bore him past the boundary. On the field don Martin stayed.
Then said the King: "Now hither come unto my meinie.
Such a deed thou hast accomplished as has won this fight for thee."
That a true word he had spoken so every judge deemed well.

>>9373618
>>9373625
The Lay of the Cid
http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/cid.htm

>>9373628
http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/kveng/index.htm

Also the Kalevala

>>9373615
maaaaan fuck Ezra Pound.

>>9373761
Ezra pound sat upon my bed
Asked me which books as of late I've read
Asked me if I've read his own
And whether I could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
I says, man, take a pound, take two
What's a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you?
What's a pound of flesh among friends?

But if you're never sorry...

If you're never sorry
Then you can't be forgiven
If you're not forgiven
Then you can't be forgotten
If you're not forgotten
Then you must live forever
If you live forever
You cannot be reborn
If you're not reborn then
You can't be a baby
If you're not a baby
You can't learn how to crawl
If you cannot crawl away
Then you must stay in bed all day
If you stay in bed all day
You're sure to have some visitors

Ezra pound'll sit upon your bed
Ask you which books as of late you have read
Ask you if you've read his own
And whether you could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
You'll say, man, take a pound, take two
What's a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you?
What's a pound of flesh among friends?...

>>9373472
>anime

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>three threads about masculinity in less than two hours

loling at the fact this is probably just one incredibly insecure person

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>>9373456
Austrian German

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here you go op

>>9373456

nobody is going to mend your castration anxiety