Looking For A Poem
(9/5/2006 12:19:00 PM)
I can't for the life of me remmeber the name or the author of a poem which I recall responds in a callous and cowardly modern manner to Rupert Brooke's sonnet 'The Soldier'. Does anyone know what I'm talking about?
(9/5/2006 12:24:00 AM)
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I'm looking for the full poem of James Beattie 'The Hermit'. Does anyone have it or know where I can find it?
(9/4/2006 12:33:00 AM)
I'm looking for a poem/monologue i heard once on the radio. Unfortunately all I remember was that it was about the virtues and glory of war and the dullness of peace. I remember one line: 'Peace, no one ever sings song about you'
If anyone could help I would be grateful; this has been haunting for literally years.
(9/2/2006 12:50:00 PM)
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Hello... I recently saw an old ER rerun in which Alan Alda quotes what I believe is a William Blake poem... something about geese and lying in a meadow and ends with 'and I am free'...
Could anyone help me find this poem... I would like to use it in a memorial scrapbook... I had the darn thing stored some years ago...but lost that computer and all its info. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
(9/2/2006 6:04:00 AM)
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Help anybody - I've been searching for this for ages!
I've used a poem in a Case Study I'm writing and now can't remember where I found it. I bought an Oxford book of translations of Rabindranath Tagore hoping it would be in there but no luck and now I'm wondering if I've got the author right - here's the poem as I believe it to be
Ticket to Freedom by Rabindranath Tagore
I have projected the same images day after day
becoming a prisoner of the known
But the known is dead and past now
and I must buy my ticket to freedom by embracing the fresh unknown
Chance encounters, unexpected coincidences, premonitions, dreams and wishes, flashes of unpredictable joy
Random events are weaving themselves in the web of time
I have left the voice of reason
I am listening to the beckoning whisper in the recesses of my heart and new shapes of reality are coaxing me out of my prison
Written by Rabindranath Tagore (or so I believe! !)
Not sorry to have bought the Oxford book of translations as I love the poems. Would be immensely grateful to anyone who could point me in the direction of where this poem is published.
(8/30/2006 7:33:00 PM)
This one may be hard since I have no idea the title or poet. All I know is that I heard it on the Bo Rynolds country show about two years back.. It is about a mothers fears as she sends her child off to school for the first time. She is afraid that Her daughter will see that there are other great people out there and that She will no longer be her daughters everything. It is a fairly long poem. I hope someone might know what im talking about. It would mean the world to me if someone could help.
(8/30/2006 10:22:00 AM)
I'm looking for a poem on raising children. I've only heard parts of it, and I'm interested in finding the entire text. The only text I've heard, goes something like this.
'If my [doorknobs] don't sparkle, hopefully their [my children's] eyes will.'
Has anyone seen a variation of this? You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you for trying to make sense of this limited information! -Mikki
(8/28/2006 10:07:00 AM)
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I am looking for a poem with the ending words, 'for they did not die from the cold without, but they died from the cold within.' It is a poem about prejudice and how several persons would not share with others and the end result was their death. Thanks for your help. Janet at email@example.com
(8/27/2006 10:41:00 AM)
Hi- I am a brand-new member. I have always been moved by a poem of Charles Bukowski's that had languuage that included the following, yet I can never find it on line - does anyone know it? Thanks in advance: 'Saroyan on his death bed said 'I thought I would never die'...I pictured myself forever, buying pasta...[[something about the cat on the windowsill]]...IN SPITE OF THE PUNCTUATING AGONIES, LIFE IS SUCH A GENTLE HABIT...'. - Rachel
(8/26/2006 7:43:00 PM)
My father died August 7th of 2006 and now my mother will be preceding in his death with Cancer..I know of a poem I saw in 1985.I bought for a friend for a classmate that died, , the poem was on a card in a hallmark store, , it was 'withered rose...the sunshine to the window...the rose died and shrived up but wilted toward the sunshine..can anyone help?