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Billy Collins - An introduction to Poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
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Cute way of putting things. I like it.
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He a very comedic poet, I like his work immensely. I don't get along with poetic works I find undecipherable  It's probably one of the reasons poetry has more or less died a death.
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These are a few of my favorite poems.....
A Noiseless Patient Spider
by Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
by Pablo Neruda
DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because--
because--I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, alseep
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
the the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelidsnever flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
Because in that moment you'll hae gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
~z~
"Where words fail, music speaks..."
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I'll bet Tech remembers the second one.
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The second one means a lot to me a very special person wrote it to me once and it carries a lot of memories...... 
~z~"Where words fail, music speaks..."
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Ah Z..... *smoochie* I didn't think you'd remember, Honey.
j/k
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chefkathleen wrote:Ah Z..... *smoochie* I didn't think you'd remember, Honey.
j/k  our secret......*smoochie*
~z~"Where words fail, music speaks..."
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LOL@Z
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This one is a fav of mine too....... The Snowfall Is So Silent by Miguel de Unamuno The snowfall is so silent, so slow, bit by bit, with delicacy it settles down on the earth and covers over the fields. The silent snow comes down white and weightless; snowfall makes no noise, falls as forgetting falls, flake after flake. It covers the fields gently while frost attacks them with its sudden flashes of white; covers everything with its pure and silent covering; not one thing on the ground anywhere escapes it. And wherever it falls it stays, content and gay, for snow does not slip off as rain does, but it stays and sinks in. The flakes are skyflowers, pale lilies from the clouds, that wither on earth. They come down blossoming but then so quickly they are gone; they bloom only on the peak, above the mountains, and make the earth feel heavier when they die inside. Snow, delicate snow, that falls with such lightness on the head, on the feelings, come and cover over the sadness that lies always in my reason. 
~z~"Where words fail, music speaks..."
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Snow, delicate snow,
that falls with such lightness
on the head,
on the feelings,
come and cover over the sadness
that lies always in my reason.
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roccotool wrote:I'll bet Tech remembers the second one. Absolutely baby!
~~Tech
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roccotool wrote:Snow, delicate snow,
that falls with such lightness
on the head,
on the feelings,
come and cover over the sadness
that lies always in my reason. That is the best part of the poem ....
~z~"Where words fail, music speaks..."
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Zafia wrote:roccotool wrote:Snow, delicate snow,
that falls with such lightness
on the head,
on the feelings,
come and cover over the sadness
that lies always in my reason. That is the best part of the poem .... Indeed!
~~Tech
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No Other Than Me.... It was that lucky day When my eyes glittered and heart swayed My eyes got an object to dream about And found one to clear its doubt Dreams locked up n my eyes and folded hands I stood in front of thee to make some demands THOU cover the sky above me with the earnest desire And make one fall in my courtyard with whom all I can share And…my prayer did not go in vain I was happy enough and freed from pain Up above me was my earnest cloud Which was ready to shower on me………..I feel proud I tried to feel the shower of heavenly blessings I closed my eyes for the spiritual feelings But….from where coming the loud noise OH, heart-throb of mine, just now I realize Seeing you with naked eyes, my joy knew no bound But gapping prevail and the distance I found Because in other courtyard you were blessed And mine, small piece of glasses were spread Admitting you out of my reach, my heart crossed the limit Was cracked…..fell down….and……..split Now I realise the source of that unpleasant sound Which was not of my heart throb but from the ground I collected myself and looked back From where I started and where I lack I found that it was no one’s fault but mine As the PRAYER recited by me was not properly define. Poem by Zafia Izhar Hence my nickname was born....LOL!.......
~z~"Where words fail, music speaks..."
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