Solomon1 Â Â 10 #13 Posted November 20, 2009 i like this poem because of its restful gentleness and ole max is one of my favourite poets Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1 Â Â 10 #14 Posted November 20, 2009 My son's ashes are scattered at Glencar Waterfall, about 10 miles from here. Â what happened to him? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
BritPat   10 #15 Posted November 20, 2009 The Stranger Rudyard Kipling  The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk— I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind.  The men of my own stock, They may do ill or well, But they tell the lies I am wonted to, They are used to the lies I tell; And we do not need interpreters When we go to buy or sell.  The Stranger within my gates, He may be evil or good, But I cannot tell what powers control— What reasons sway his mood; Nor when the Gods of his far-off land Shall repossess his blood.  The men of my own stock, Bitter bad they may be, But, at least, they hear the things I hear, And see the things I see; And whatever I think of them and their likes They think of the likes of me.  This was my father's belief And this is also mine: Let the corn be all one sheaf— And the grapes be all one vine, Ere our children's teeth are set on edge By bitter bread and wine. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Berlin   10 #16 Posted November 20, 2009 what happened to him?  He died at birth, in 2003. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1 Â Â 10 #17 Posted November 20, 2009 He died at birth, in 2003. Â i'm sorry to hear that berlin Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
pattricia   583 #18 Posted November 20, 2009 If you find for your verse theres no call, And you cant afford paper at all, For the poet true born However forlorn, Theres always the lavatory wall. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Berlin   10 #19 Posted November 20, 2009 From T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock  I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.  Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.  I do not think that they will sing to me.    Because I grow old and listen for the mermaids whenever I walk on the beach. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Berlin   10 #20 Posted November 20, 2009 i'm sorry to hear that berlin  Thank you. Time is a great healer, as they say. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
pattricia   583 #21 Posted November 20, 2009 I do like that poem Berlin. First time Ive heard it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Berlin   10 #22 Posted November 20, 2009 Here's the full text.............I love it.  http://www.cs.amherst.edu/~ccm/prufrock.html Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
pattricia   583 #23 Posted November 20, 2009 Here's the full text.............I love it. http://www.cs.amherst.edu/~ccm/prufrock.html  Thanks Berlin for the link. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
greenrat   10 #24 Posted November 20, 2009 afternoon all  this thread is about the poems that speak to you somehow....  so...post a poem!  and then why you like it  have fun   I like the following poem as it makes me laugh ...  "Ernie the pidgeon"  Ernie was a pidgeon  A pidgeon, a pidgeon  Ernie was a pidgeon  A pidgeon that flew  He flew through the day  And he flew through the night  And when he came back  He was covered in sh ...  ... Ernie was a pidgeon (repeat rest of poem) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...