Pachhiot
12 Answers
FISH-O
Dr. Seuss ... life shoud be fun and funny and filled with cats in hats... thing ones and thing twos... lorax-es, trees, stars and a whole bunch of life lessons.
| 12 years ago. Rating: 14 | |
I just love toads that jive.
They eat flies not eggs and ham.
They feast on bugs, Sam I Am.
Dardaigh
Lines Written In Early Spring
by William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
| 12 years ago. Rating: 11 | |
The fallen leaves are cornflakes
that fill the lawn's wide dish.
And night and noon, the wind's a spoon
that stirs them with a swish.
The sky's a silver sifter,
a-sifting white and slow
and gently shakes on crisp brown flakes
the sugar known as snow.
I see your meds are agreeing with you.
My Cornflakes poem is what caused me to stumble upon akaQA, so it does hold a tiny, special place in my heart.
Of course, after Ducky gave me the link in a matter of minutes, you stuck your oar in and told me I'd be better off reading someone else.
I said that I'd asked for a link to it, old boy.
It's by Kaye Starbird. She wrote poems for children, as I was 10-11, when I first read it.
Here:
http://www.unz.org/Author/StarbirdKaye
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nomdeplume
Sylvia Plath, who was the wife of Ted Hughes and very sadly committed suicide in 1963.
| 12 years ago. Rating: 5 | |
Umbriel, I suggest you read some of her poems. Her last, 'Edge' I find breaks me up emotionally:
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet,deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
5 Feb 1963
Honestly, Sylvia nailed it.
My friend could have been the reincarnate if you believe in that sort of thing. ... She also didn't get 'it' figured out with the second attempt. Sad and true.
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Allama Muhammad Iqbal ??
He is one of the best poet known in Western countries !!
| 12 years ago. Rating: 4 | |
Can I also add the curmudgeonly Philip Larkin, the drunken Welshman Dylan Thomas, and the divine Oscar Wilde?
| 12 years ago. Rating: 3 | |
First off, the words were from his era...so what?
The fella was in gaol, for crying out loud!!!
Methinks ye have too much time on yer hands, me boy-o. ;)
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners call the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.'
Good enough for me but perhaps not for Umbriel.
You choice is simply transendental, sweetie. :)
