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Add Comment| 02:59 AM Jan 11 2008 | |||
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Watcha! Good poetry... I like reading and I've read it with pleasure. I'll be waiting for some new entries! Good luck |
| 10:39 PM Jan 10 2008 | |||
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There is some great poetry on your profile page, which I enjoyed reading (although I must admit that my general reading of English poetry has been somewhat limited). So lllldclove, - If music be the food of love, play on; (Shakespeare - Twelfth Night) |
| 10:04 PM Jan 05 2008 | |||
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The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter;
Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves. Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place. For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
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| 09:54 PM Jan 05 2008 | |||
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A Psalm of Life Herry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art , to dust returnest. Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment , and not sorrow, Is our destined and our way; But to act, That much to-morrow. Find us farther than to-day. Art is long , and time is fleeting. And our hearts , though stout and brave. Still , like muffled drums , are beating Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb,driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no future.howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,act in the living Present! Let us,then,be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving,still pursuing Learn to labour and to wait.
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September 26, 2008
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Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you
Yet you don't know that I love you
The furthest distance in the world
Is not when i stand in font of you
Yet you can't see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet cannot
Be togehter
The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when plainly can not resist the yearning
Yet pretending
You have never been in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
Is not
But using one's indifferent heart
To dig an uncrossable river
For the one who loves you
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