User:Alien333/Random poem
Floats a random poem from the Poems I've proofread, to the right (example output below).
Takes no parameters: {{User:Alien333/Random poem}}
They're not filtered in any way, so there's no guarantee on the quality of it, although it's mostly good.
Relying on User:Alien333/Poemlist to get a subpage list, of which every page is itself a poem list. These poem lists are concatenated (there are multiple to avoid making the page too large). A poem is then picked with a sktechy but fast random choice and transcluded (hiding {{similar}}'s and {{header}}'s).
I have done 139 collections, for a total of 10392 individual poems, so about 75 poems per collection.
I currently intend to do all collections I can find on IA a) by women b) that don't have {{ls}} and c) are titled "Poems". I have identified 246 (though some scans on closer inspection may be bad). My progress:
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Random poem: Poems (White)/Twins
TWINS They were twin boys, I would have you know; They could not help resembling so. Their happy laugh and bright, flashing eye, Their joyous love for all things near by. They would flash out to meet me each eve, Each claimed a cheek, each to receive His toy or cake; then taking my hand, Sits on my knee, and then to the land Of Fairy Folks went; circled my arm, I holding them fast,—fearing some harm. Then on my shoulder each little head Is lost in the maze that dream fairies said. One little fellow told me good-night: "Dear father, are all angels in white? Do all of them have long hair? And why Are there no men to live in the sky? Would God my Father be good to me, Just as you are whenever I see? Will there be boys there, happy like girls? My head is hot, please push back my curls." That night an angel took off my boy. Did she have long hair? Did she give joy? Great God my Father, grant me this prayer: Be to my little son what I would dare. One knee is empty, one shoulder bare; My heart grows cold with longing to share His little thoughts, and his hands to hold; My arms are aching his form to fold. Did you, I wonder, love two at once? Then you can never tell how many months Can pass o'er one's head, bending low, Can send a lost child sprinkling the snow, And tracing finger marks all o'er your face. I have another, but none for his place. |
Poem lists at Special:PrefixIndex/User:Alien333/Random poem/.