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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Posted on 01/12/2014 6:41:22 PM PST by not2be4gotten.com
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My mom was so uncool
To: not2be4gotten.com
We moms are actually mandated (internally) to be uncool.
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posted on
01/12/2014 6:45:14 PM PST
by
bboop
(does not suffer fools gladly)
To: not2be4gotten.com
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posted on
01/12/2014 6:48:10 PM PST
by
cherry
(.in the time of universal deceit, telling the truth is revolutionary.....)
To: not2be4gotten.com
So what did you think of The Witch of Cos?
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posted on
01/12/2014 6:48:52 PM PST
by
gusopol3
To: not2be4gotten.com
To: not2be4gotten.com
Poetry is very valuable. It distills emotion and thought and wraps it up in stirring sentences. It helps us understand what it means to be human, by boiling things down to their essence. Or at least it did, until it became weird and meaningless.
Some songs now fill the vacuum left by the departure of quality poetry, but few songs even make the effort.
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posted on
01/12/2014 6:51:00 PM PST
by
ClearCase_guy
(Anti-Complacency League! Baby!)
To: not2be4gotten.com
I’m not sure why, but I think about this one a lot.
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth’s foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
A.E. Housman
To: not2be4gotten.com
Frost was a homophobe. He used the word “queer”....
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posted on
01/12/2014 6:58:18 PM PST
by
freebilly
(Creepy and the Ass Crackers....)
To: not2be4gotten.com
First heard the last lines of this poem in Telefon with Donald Pleasance and Charles Bronson! Cool film! I thought the lines of the poem were dark and mysterious as well!
Mel
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posted on
01/12/2014 6:59:34 PM PST
by
melsec
(Once a Jolly Swagman camped by a Billabong.)
To: not2be4gotten.com
That was the first poem one of my elementary school classes studied. I never forgot that poem since.
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:00:14 PM PST
by
BerryDingle
(I know how to deal with communists, I still wear their scars on my back from Hollywood-Ronald Reagan)
To: concentric circles
Thank you for that. I posted a few poems on Facebook, but that is happily a dying media.
To: not2be4gotten.com
I think poetery is repulsive!
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:03:50 PM PST
by
dalereed
To: not2be4gotten.com
Is this related to the new Apple iPad commercial with Robin Williams reading either Frost or Whitman?
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:06:17 PM PST
by
cicero2k
To: not2be4gotten.com
It’s funny how vivid this poem is without including a bunch of details. Somehow he’s able to invoke the scene in your mind with relatively few and relatively simple words.
To: Yardstick; not2be4gotten.com
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
To: dalereed
You’re not attracted to it ,then?
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:15:37 PM PST
by
moose07
(the truth will out ,one day.)
To: not2be4gotten.com
In one of my favorite episodes of the TV show 'Elementary' Watson gave Holmes a frame potion of this poem on the one year anniversary of his sobriety.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I find the words comforting and think on them when I think of giving up on something.
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:16:58 PM PST
by
Kartographer
("We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.")
To: not2be4gotten.com
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:29:09 PM PST
by
randita
To: not2be4gotten.com
If you give a listen to Led Zeppelin's "No Quarter," Frost's lyrics can be made to fit that tune with just a little bit of adjustment.
Discovered this in college, I did...
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:36:32 PM PST
by
Oberon
(John 12:5-6)
To: not2be4gotten.com
First remembered poem
NOVEMBER No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon!
No dawn- no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky- no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -
No road - no street! -
No "t'other side the way" -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -
No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em!
No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No park - no ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company- no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
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posted on
01/12/2014 7:36:41 PM PST
by
Stand Watch Listen
(DEFUND the GOPe it wants our money, our votes, but NOT our principles/values/beliefs)
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