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  • Rookie Janet Gardiner (8/28/2006 10:07:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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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 danjanny11@usadatanet.net

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    • Rookie Mark English (9/2/2006 11:37:00 AM) Post reply

      You can find the full text of the poem at http: //www.myelitis.org/tmic/archive/21/0086.html

  • Rookie Rachel Geman (8/27/2006 10:41:00 AM) Post reply

    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

  • Rookie Darlenesharon Stone (8/26/2006 7:43:00 PM) Post reply

    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?

  • Rookie Jennifer Summerfield (8/26/2006 4:18:00 PM) Post reply

    Sorry my email address is jennifer.summerfield101@hotmail.co.uk

    Many thanks.

  • Rookie Jennifer Summerfield (8/26/2006 2:52:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My cousin and I are looking for a poem which we think was written by Christina Rossetti but so far can't find it. It used to hang on our Grandmother's bedroom wall and we'd like to read at her funeral. It was something about changing the things we can change and recognising and accepting the things we can't and had a line in it that went something like 'God grant me the serenity...'

    It's a long shot I know but if anyone knows what this poem might be and who it may be by I would be really grateful.

    Many thanks.

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    • Rookie Jem Peter (9/3/2006 8:29:00 AM) Post reply

      Is this the one you're thinking of? God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference. Living one day a ... more

  • Rookie Jessica Drillingcourt (8/26/2006 6:55:00 AM) Post reply

    im looking for a poem called THE MESSAGE. Its a love poem. Please could you find it for me

  • Rookie yactoo acton (8/20/2006 8:21:00 PM) Post reply

    Ive been reading poems by oliver goldsmith and know that he is a distant ancestor of mine but cannot trace any details about his family any one help to bring me up to present day

  • Rookie Laura Johnston (8/19/2006 2:26:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm trying to track down a collection of poems my elderly grandmother loved as a teenager, it was entitled 'leaves from entre nous' by Marquis de leauville, one of the poems was called Twilight (anactoria?) - I may not have the details exactly right - I would be so grateful for any information that might help me.

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    • Rookie Mark English (9/2/2006 11:57:00 AM) Post reply

      'Entre-Nous', first published in 1877, was written by the Marquis de Leuville. 'A Few Leaves from Entre-Nous', which I take it was a selection from the first book, was only ever privately printed, so ... more

  • Rookie Faith Shorney (8/14/2006 9:11:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    o, and my email is faithshorney@hotmail.com
    thanks again
    x faith

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  • Rookie Faith Shorney (8/14/2006 9:10:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hey all
    have a few lines from a poem...dont have the rest.
    it goes: there's a green eyed yellow idol, to the north of katmandu, and a little marble cross beneath the town, where a broken harted woman tends the grave of mad karu, and a little god forever gazes down.
    really would love the rest of it. my grandmother once told it to me but that is all i remember of it...it was a long time ago. all help much appreciated.

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