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  • Mike Chizlett Rookie - 1st Stage (9/22/2014 8:07:00 PM) Post reply

    I'm looking for a father/son poem. I remember the imagery very vividly but I can't remember any of the lines. It was about a father sat at his desk doing work in the study. His son carefully peers round the study door scared that he is going to be told off for disturbing his father. Nonetheless, after plucking up some courage, the boy runs in and kisses his father goodnight before running to bed. The father is moved and starts to think about how he has treated his son. Among other things, he thinks back to how he corrected his son at the breakfast table. After thinking for some time he walks into the son's room. The son is fast asleep but he sits there and apologizes. He is sorry because in his criticism he expects too much of the boy - knowledge beyond his years. Anyone have any ideas?

  • Mohammad Skati Bronze Star - 4th Stage (9/22/2014 8:28:00 AM) Post reply

    Who is the poet that said: ' Look in your heart... I don't exactly remember his name, so I need the pretty members' help. Thanks.

  • Karen Warren Rookie - 1st Stage (9/22/2014 7:53:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Many years ago I came across a poem about pilgrims riding to Canterbury. I thought it was by e e cummings or someone of that era (although I might have been wrong!) , but I've never been able to trace it since. Can anyone help?


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    • Laura Burns Rookie - 1st Stage (9/22/2014 3:02:00 PM) Post reply

      Could you be thinking of Martin Farquhar Tupper's " The Canterbury Pilgrims: A Godspeed" ?Though the topic in that is settlers going to New Zealand.

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (9/21/2014 10:46:00 AM) Post reply

    I likes to read Tomas Transformer" s the Great poet's selected poems in poem it is available.

  • Frank Avon Freshman - 2nd Stage (9/17/2014 2:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I think the poet is David Henderson; the poem is entitled Egyptian Book of the Dead (or perhaps this is a section of a longer poem) . I'm fairly certain that I have chased down the right poet, but I cannot locate the book (or review) in which this poem was published (probably in the 1960s or a bit earlier) . Can anyone give me a lead?

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    • Laura Burns Rookie - 1st Stage (9/17/2014 9:23:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      You have the poem and poet right. The poem was published in his book De Mayor of Harlem and is anthologized in America: A Prophecy, edited by Quasha and Rothenberg.

  • Zoila T. Flores Rookie - 1st Stage (9/14/2014 2:37:00 PM) Post reply

    NO! I have not read neither one. However, I can suggest your to take a look of one of my beautiful, extraordinary, and impressing piece of poetry called " I couldn't Kiss my Lovely Crush" by Zoila T. Flores. Now, Greetings to your father.

  • Erin Williams Rookie - 1st Stage (9/14/2014 1:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I was looking for William Faulkner's " A Rose for Emily." Because of its length, is it not considered a poem?I am not sure if the work is classified as a story, poem or something else. If it doesn't have the criteria for this site, I would still like to discuss it. Has anyone else read this piece?What did you think of it?

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    • Laura Burns Rookie - 1st Stage (9/14/2014 5:52:00 PM) Post reply

      It is not considered a poem because it is a short story, not a poem.

  • Meridith Osterfeld Rookie - 1st Stage (9/12/2014 2:56:00 PM) Post reply

    A group of us are looking for a poem from childhood. We would like help locating the poem and the poet.

    We collective think the text is

    " Now is August all too quickly getting set to go away,
    And it's hard to realize that she'll be here but one more day.
    Why...July was only yesterday, the day before was June.
    I have never known a summer to have slipped away so soon!

    I remember when the summer was an almost endless space,
    And the schoolroom in September was an unfamiliar place
    Like a soul-disturbing memory of a vague, pre-natal pain
    That would now return forever (or til summer came again) .
    _________________________________________________(This line is eluding us...)
    Even sorrows fly like pleasures, only bores appear to lag.
    Swifter go the days and swifter; I suppose I’ll say at last
    That I never knew a lifetime that had slipped away so fast."

  • Suzanne Jones Rookie - 1st Stage (9/9/2014 2:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Dear All, I'm looking for a poem for my Dad, he's in hospital and he's asked me to look. He said it was written after the time of Rudyard Kiplings The Last of the Light Brigade and was written in response to the money he made. He kept saying, 'We are the survivors'.
    I don't know if this rings a bell with someone or it's my Dad's confusion. Could someone make a suggestion?Thanks for your time.

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    • Laura Burns Rookie - 1st Stage (9/10/2014 2:35:00 PM) Post reply

      I am a little confused myself. Tennyson's " Charge of the Light Brigade" was a much more successful poem than Kipling's " Last of the Light Brigade, " which describes a visit by su ... more

  • Tom Miele Rookie - 1st Stage (9/9/2014 1:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Another one from Grandma (hopefully I have all of the pronouns right) ...

    " Go see your father! , " was all that she said
    And he knew that she knew that his father was dead
    And she knew that he knew what she meant when she said,
    " Go see your father! "

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    • Tom Miele Rookie - 1st Stage (9/9/2014 3:06:00 PM) Post reply

      As best I recall, that is probably how she told it. It's funny how my brain has warped it over the years.

    • Laura Burns Rookie - 1st Stage (9/9/2014 2:02:00 PM) Post reply

      There are numerous variants on this, which seems to be by the old favorite, " Anonymous." Here is one: " Go to father, " she said, When he asked her to wed, And she knew th ... more

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