Looking For A Poem

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I'm looking for a poem by Winfield Townley Scott. I think it's called December music and it's about sheltering in a doorway from the rain, wanting to " feel" Christmas as he once did.Some phrases are, I think, " cars meshed in the rain " , " wanted it bell to bell " . Many thanks Paul

Hello,
When I was in the 9th grade my English teacher had the class read a poem. It was a lengthy poem basically about revenge. I wish I could remember more about it but it has been a few years. It goes something like " His son killed his son" and so on. Like one man killed another man's son, so the son's father killed him and so on. I know it's very vague but I would really love to figure out what that poem was.

thanks a million,
Charis

looking for the rest of this Christmas poem....

Please help
tomorrow is Christmas day
the toys are not ready for Santa's sleigh
Balls bounce up but do not bounce down
mama doll has torn her gown
coo-coo clock does not tock
rockin' horse hasn't learned to rock

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I am looking for a particular poem; however, I can't remember the title of the poem, the author, or the exact quote... I know, sounds pretty hopeless, right?But I figure it's at least worth a try!

I think the quote was talking about a peacock, although it could have been another type of bird. Anyhow, I believe the quote was something along the lines of: " the [peacock] [treads/walks/steps] with [?????] feet." At first I thought that maybe the poet was W. B. Yeats, but his poem " The Peacock" wasn't a match. Please, if anyone can help, let me know :)

can anybody help....im trying to find a poem that i heard many years ago....its about harvesting...i think as the only bit i can remember and not very clearly i might add...its mentions the taking of the harvest and blowing away the chaff to leave the good.....its basically about relationships and taking away the silly things that people say and excepting that you have the good still there...foregiveness.

could anyone help....the only thing is its by one of the classical poets...hardy comes to mind! ! ! ! it would be much appreciatted if anyone can help...thanks! !

i want to find a Brodsky' poem. and i only have the Chinese version of that poem.
i read this poem from a friend several year ago, at that time i was deeply shocked
and now i have ability to read its English version.
i hope somebody can help me. thank you
here is the poem.
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it's short and i don't find the poem in the Brodsky's poems of this website

I have been trying to find this poem or the poet that wrote it for over 10 years. I had a book of poems my mother gave me & each month had a poem.
They were extroadinarily Beautful. I belive there was one for winter, spring, summer and fall as well.
the poem for November Read something like this: these are just the lines I remember. They are not in order or neccessarlly as written.

i, who threw a dice into the sea and found them years later, with the winning combination face up, can say this quietly, if I can say it at all.
As we walk beside the calcium waters we see on the far shore a city, built, with sand, cement and tears.

What is that place?you ask, not knowing I could take you there and call each ghost by name.
You look at me and say " How fortunate we are" .
I cut my losses; an arm here, a leg there
I voted for no one, yet someone voted for me..and here I am facing the dirtiest of all dirty words. Success.

Any help would be greatly appreciated.

I have a customer who is looking for a poem.
The only lines he can remember are:
In the halls of government
The old men plan or talking for war and the young men fighting them
Faces of the dead soldiers all seem so young.

If anyone has a idea of which poem this is please let me know.
Thank You