Poetry

deaftears said:
I'm a goody two-shoes who the 60's had the effect of making a little bit warped. I'm not lying about what Peter Gabriel did so I don't want to encourage them. It's too serious.
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deaftears said:
I'm a goody two-shoes who the 60's had the effect of making a little bit warped. I'm not lying about what Peter Gabriel did so I don't want to encourage them. It's too serious.
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BrittBritt said:
I love to read poetry. Some of my favorite is Walt Whitman, William wordswoth, Edgar Allan Poe, Anne Bradstreet, just to name a few :)
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Been a while since I read Anne Bradstreet.

The Most of It ~ Robert Frost

He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
in the cliff's talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush - and that was all.
 
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