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Anita_a Posted 21 years ago
Autobiography
It is annoying
At times
How nobody
Cares about me
My voice
Is so shrill
It is heard
Everywhere
But still
No one
Picks me up.
It is irritating
At times
How somebody
Is always with me
Talking away
To glory
Putting me
At their ear
And also
Doing their work
Not caring
About me yet.
It is pleasing
At times
When everybody
Is away from me
Gone to work
Allowing me
To know
About people
Listening to
Voices and tones
Good messages
And bad ones too.
It is amazing
At times
The importance
I gain
When they
Are back home
The first thing
Is stop by me
And intently
Touch me
And listen to me.
At times
How nobody
Cares about me
My voice
Is so shrill
It is heard
Everywhere
But still
No one
Picks me up.
It is irritating
At times
How somebody
Is always with me
Talking away
To glory
Putting me
At their ear
And also
Doing their work
Not caring
About me yet.
It is pleasing
At times
When everybody
Is away from me
Gone to work
Allowing me
To know
About people
Listening to
Voices and tones
Good messages
And bad ones too.
It is amazing
At times
The importance
I gain
When they
Are back home
The first thing
Is stop by me
And intently
Touch me
And listen to me.
Top answer
Hey no one seems to be getting it right! Its supposed to be the autobiography of a telephone not mine.
- Hey no one seems to be getting it right!
- Its supposed to be the autobiography of a telephone not mine.
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Hey no one seems to be getting it right! Its supposed to be the autobiography of a telephone not mine.
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I think it's good! It's almost a riddle.
I'd be interested to know how far down the poem people get, before they realize. Ideally, they should only realize with the last 3 lines...and then go back to reread.
MrP
I'd be interested to know how far down the poem people get, before they realize. Ideally, they should only realize with the last 3 lines...and then go back to reread.
MrP
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Thanks Mr.P .u seem to be the only one encouraging everyone.
Did u get to see the 'haiku' thread of mine? Please help me with that.
Did u get to see the 'haiku' thread of mine? Please help me with that.
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I am not sure if anyone has understood that it is about a telephone... maybe they think it is about a person and so didn't like it...
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Hello Anita
I'm sure that any regular reader of poetry in English will understand that 'Autobiography' is about a telephone. (Actually, it seems to me to make an implicit comparison between a certain kind of person and a telephone.) In any case, I'm not sure that the poems that get the most responses are necessarily the best ones.
I read your haiku, and as Nona says, you're a
I'm sure that any regular reader of poetry in English will understand that 'Autobiography' is about a telephone. (Actually, it seems to me to make an implicit comparison between a certain kind of person and a telephone.) In any case, I'm not sure that the poems that get the most responses are necessarily the best ones.
I read your haiku, and as Nona says, you're a
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Thanks Mr.P. I appreciate your encouragement.Your comments have always been very constructive and helpful to me.Thanks again.
Yes, I read that poem of E. Pound. Never knew that it could be Haiku.But doesn't it have just 2 lines instead of 3.
Yes, I read that poem of E. Pound. Never knew that it could be Haiku.But doesn't it have just 2 lines instead of 3.
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Well, it isn't really a haiku; but I was thinking it could have been, with a little rewriting:
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
=>
The apparition
Of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
=>
The apparition
Of these faces in the crowd:
Petals; a black boug
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
=>
The apparition
Of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
=>
The apparition
Of these faces in the crowd:
Petals; a black boug
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Hey I like that Mr. P.U have a good sense of humour too.
But u still are a mystery. R u a research scholar in English Literature? Well, I know u won't answer this....
But u still are a mystery. R u a research scholar in English Literature? Well, I know u won't answer this....
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No, not a scholar! (Though thank you for thinking I might be.)
I like to look into things a little; but I don't think it would qualify as research. If anyone ever gave me a grant to research anything, I'd probably spend it researching something else...Or in the common room.
Well, this thread hasn't attracted any hostile Poundophiliacs, so that's ok. Who should we rewrite next?
I like to look into things a little; but I don't think it would qualify as research. If anyone ever gave me a grant to research anything, I'd probably spend it researching something else...Or in the common room.
Well, this thread hasn't attracted any hostile Poundophiliacs, so that's ok. Who should we rewrite next?
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That's not the entire Auden poem. The title, In The Station of the Metro, is intended as the first line. So the poem reads:
In a station of the metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet black bough
In a station of the metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet black bough
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