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i like this poem because of its restful gentleness and ole max is one of my favourite poets :)

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My son's ashes are scattered at Glencar Waterfall, about 10 miles from here.

 

what happened to him? :(

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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.

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what happened to him? :(

 

He died at birth, in 2003.

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He died at birth, in 2003.

 

i'm sorry to hear that berlin :(

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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.:D

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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.

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i'm sorry to hear that berlin :(

 

Thank you. Time is a great healer, as they say.

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I do like that poem Berlin. First time Ive heard it.:)

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afternoon all :D

 

this thread is about the poems that speak to you somehow....

 

so...post a poem!

 

and then why you like it

 

have fun

 

:D

 

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)

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