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Anita_a Posted 21 years ago
Robert frost and Me....
Losing everything...
everything is slipping from me today
my memories, my past...
I bend over backwards to hold
but all the more is losing by
my laughs, my happiness...
with my mind I sieze them
in my heart I preserve them
not leaving behind anything
from the pile scattered around
of all precious things
my musings, my love...
as I sit in the middle of them
and think of staking them
gathering them together
from my arms they fall
my experiences, my life...
inspired by frost's poem...
THE ARMFUL
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my ***.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.
everything is slipping from me today
my memories, my past...
I bend over backwards to hold
but all the more is losing by
my laughs, my happiness...
with my mind I sieze them
in my heart I preserve them
not leaving behind anything
from the pile scattered around
of all precious things
my musings, my love...
as I sit in the middle of them
and think of staking them
gathering them together
from my arms they fall
my experiences, my life...
inspired by frost's poem...
THE ARMFUL
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my ***.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.
Top answer
inspiration of frost agin.. I wore the new moon on my heart as you wear a jewel I shone it with my tears as you shine gold I showed it to the world as you show your beloved I brought it over the water as you see your image I saw the wonder of colors as you watch the rainbow.
- inspiration of frost agin..
- I wore the new moon on my heart as you wear a jewel I shone it with my tears as you shine gold I showed it to the world as you show your beloved I brought it over the water as you see your image I saw the wonder of colors as you watch the rainbow.
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inspiration of frost agin..
I wore the new moon on my heart
as you wear a jewel
I shone it with my tears
as you shine gold
I showed it to the world
as you show your beloved
I brought it over the water
as you see your image
I saw the wonder of colors
as you watch the rainbow.
I wore the new moon on my heart
as you wear a jewel
I shone it with my tears
as you shine gold
I showed it to the world
as you show your beloved
I brought it over the water
as you see your image
I saw the wonder of colors
as you watch the rainbow.
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I saw the flowers in the bouquet
Dancing with the wind in gay
I wanted to select just one
not sure which would hearts win
bluebells with open mouth
lupine come out of drouth
roses were so beautiful
plucking them would be dreadful
tulips were cute too
daffodils were beatiful so
what was really in my mind
No one could e
Dancing with the wind in gay
I wanted to select just one
not sure which would hearts win
bluebells with open mouth
lupine come out of drouth
roses were so beautiful
plucking them would be dreadful
tulips were cute too
daffodils were beatiful so
what was really in my mind
No one could e
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Hello Anita!
This couplet I think has an authentic Frostian note:
'I always had a glimpse of those
but never did look too close' –
Maybe the 2nd line needs an extra syllable. ('But never cared to look too close'? Frost is very regular.)
You're right, though. If Frost saw a bouquet, he would imagine the components as they once were.
In your
This couplet I think has an authentic Frostian note:
'I always had a glimpse of those
but never did look too close' –
Maybe the 2nd line needs an extra syllable. ('But never cared to look too close'? Frost is very regular.)
You're right, though. If Frost saw a bouquet, he would imagine the components as they once were.
In your
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Thanks Mr.P. As always, u have very constructive criticism. Do u teach poetry?
Well, I too couldn't imagine frost squatting on the road to pick up things...
U guessed right... they r papers dropping in my poem... more like letters!
Yes I read cummings long back.
Can u guide me in syllables in poems?
Well, I too couldn't imagine frost squatting on the road to pick up things...
U guessed right... they r papers dropping in my poem... more like letters!
Yes I read cummings long back.
Can u guide me in syllables in poems?
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Hello, Anita – no, I've never taught poetry! It must be a strange job, especially in the afternoon. You would have to avoid very regular poems, after lunch. Thomas Hardy you would need to save for winter evenings, when it gets dark early; and I'm not sure you'd want to read Keats mid morning. With Browning, you would have to call the students back after 10pm; probably with candles. (There often s
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Well, well, I appreciate your genius for poems. How do u know so much about poems if u don't teach them. Or maybe u are a research scholar in poetry genre, right?
Would u please see 'unfinished poem' and comment on that?
Would u please see 'unfinished poem' and comment on that?
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Another Frostian-inspired poem...
I'm at crossroads
of my this life
one road to beauty
one to the ugly death
one leads to immense happiness
one to the eternal myth
how do I travel now
which do I chose the best
a road of innumerable worries,
a road of eternal peace.
I stopped at the bend
I looked at the roads
I walked along the
I'm at crossroads
of my this life
one road to beauty
one to the ugly death
one leads to immense happiness
one to the eternal myth
how do I travel now
which do I chose the best
a road of innumerable worries,
a road of eternal peace.
I stopped at the bend
I looked at the roads
I walked along the
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Would it be possible for you to check Wordsworth's Daffodils and My alluring self?
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Hello Anita
I started at the top of the board again and have only just reached Poetry. I have to disappear now, but tomorrow (when my synapses have repaired themselves) I'll start here first and read through everything!
See you,
MrP
I started at the top of the board again and have only just reached Poetry. I have to disappear now, but tomorrow (when my synapses have repaired themselves) I'll start here first and read through everything!
See you,
MrP
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