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03-12-2009, 11:38 AM | #11 (permalink) |
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A poem
Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
Across the window a whispering screen; I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose, Than anything else on this earth that is out in green. But I mean to go through the door without fear, Not caring much what happens here When I’m away: -- How green the screen is across the panes Or who goes laughing along the lanes With my old lover all the summer day. Last edited by moondust; 03-12-2009 at 11:54 AM. |
03-12-2009, 02:36 PM | #14 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Imperial Beach Ca.
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Retarded? as follows,
No, I just occasionally make a mistake and put the wrong insert into the wrong thread, I'm sorry. If our musical tastes differ, you'll have to excuse me, this a music forum. If you don't run into people who like different music than you, you aren't trying to contribute. Along those lines, my response to your effort at poetry is... up to the third line which I agree with Wolvey is nice I am with you. Then you must've taken some poetic acid or something. Am I not reading it right, is it done in the style of Dr.Suess?
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03-12-2009, 05:27 PM | #16 (permalink) |
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stairs
Not for that city of the level sun,
Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze, the shadeless,sleepless city of white days, white nights,or nights and days that are as one- we weary ,when all is said,all thought all done. we strain our eyes beyond this dusk to see, what from the threshold of eternity we shall step into.No i think we shun the splendor of that everlasting glare,the clamour of that never-ending song. And if anything we greatly long,it is for some remote and quiet stair which winds to silence and a space of sleep too sound for waking and for dreams too deep. |
03-12-2009, 05:48 PM | #17 (permalink) |
Partying on the inside
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I like your delivery. But if I were to re-write it, I'd do it like this:
Not for that city of the level sun Its golden streets who's gates ablaze Who's sleepless city's shadeless days That mirror nights, becoming one. The weary, when it's said and done Would strain their eyes beyond this dusk And test the bounds of eternity To strain beyond that dusk they see No, I know we shun that splendor Everlasting shine, too long Searching for a silence, we are Deaf to such a song Somewhere dark into, we settle A space in which to sleep When all is said and done, that city Remains a shadeless deep. |
03-18-2009, 12:18 PM | #19 (permalink) |
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Location: Slocan, B.C., Canada
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Wow, the original post used some great language and imagery, but didn't really scan all that well.There was a lot of ambiguity in what was being conveyed...not that that is a bad thing, because it really make you thing about what is being said, and look at it more closely.
The re-write by Verdical Fiction , I thought , was very well done...kept almost all of the imagery and mood, while improving the flow, and making it easier to follow. Great work on both your parts..well worth developing, i think.... |
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