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  • Danny Anderson (3/5/2006 2:04:00 AM) Post reply

    I've been trying to find a poem that I read a couple years ago. The poem was about a man who was riding a horse when he saw a woman. The woman was a stranger and he became enfatuated with her. Even though the man talks about the great qualities of this woman he never speaks with her. The poem ends with the man left to his thoughts of what might have been. Any help would be appreciated.

  • Lamiaa Gamal (3/4/2006 7:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Dear all,
    How are you? I'm Lamiaa Gamal, a student in M.A.preliminary year in English literature.I search for an English poem its main subject is Egypt.Can anybody help me? Thank you very much.
    My best regards

  • George Hale (2/27/2006 9:41:00 AM) Post reply

    Can anyone identify(and provide the remainder of the poem) with these lines:
    'Make the most of every day leave no deed undone'-'the mill will never grind with the water -? which has run-
    Any suggestions would be appreciated. George

  • Philippa Lane (2/25/2006 12:30:00 PM) Post reply

    Does anyone know the whole words to this poem? A friend asked me for it -

    If to your home and friends you're true,
    And render unto all their due,
    Learn to be loving tender..
    And scatter sunshine all the way.

  • Mary Mckernan (2/20/2006 6:27:00 AM) Post reply

    Please can anyone help me to find a poem? I thought it was by Robert Service, but have been unable to locate it on this site (or by other Internet searches) .

    I'm quoting from memory...

    'Far away the night is falling
    And the twilight homelight's calling
    And from open door and window
    They will greet me as I come.

    All the years have turned to hours
    All the tears to wayside flowers
    I'm one of those who wander
    Through the village street at home.'

  • Nhi Le (2/11/2006 3:24:00 AM) Post reply

    ive already tried googling it...ive tried americanpoems.com and other sites...i'm looking for Sky High by Hannah Roberts. a line from the poem is 'long skeletal arms throwing long summer afternoon shadows across the lawn'..please, if anyone could help, please tell me where i could find this poem.

  • D A Phinney (2/7/2006 10:16:00 AM) Post reply

    I found this poem on a scrap of paper inside a notebook from college I had in '68, but I don't know who the author is, or the title. I'm pretty sure it's not mine, as I seem to remember it being talked about in a class, plus it seems too good, probably by someone famous. I can't find it on the web, either. Familiar to anyone?


    All along the line the faces lit like brief flickering candles
    Burning in the wind:
    An ariel flare made a bright dome of the sky,
    And tides of white light rushed in to fill the eye-holes
    In a thousand faces.
    And in that black-white moonscape the frozen dead exposed
    Their smiles, their gaping abdomens from which the souls,
    Naked, had fled.
    Their blood in pools of blackness lay, cold upon the trembling earth.
    And looking about, some pair of eyes witnessed:
    Two men vanish in a black cloud and ball of thunder;
    Another man's legs tear from their body,
    And the body crawl away from them in horror;
    Many men who were dead moving about by the concussions,
    And wounded men lie still;
    And also one younger man close his eyes and explode his
    Head away
    Just before the light faded like an angel departing
    From madness.
    And pausing, just before the bullet hit,
    A thought occured behind the darkening eyes-
    A wonder, that the rumbling drama played itself
    Like fire above the darkness,
    Like fear beneath the light.

  • Eileen Prunster (2/6/2006 5:33:00 AM) Post reply

    Could anybody Please ID this poem/author of....
    Many thanks if you can.

    when arrows pierce facades,
    scarlet gobs stain circling stars.
    shards of illusion glitter with pain,
    some silent, some shrieking.
    forever changed.

  • Riley West (2/5/2006 12:16:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm trying to find an old famous poem that essentially went like this

    'When i was young I played with childish things but
    when I got older I had to put away those things' ... oh well I paraphrase poorly but I'd bet that a person who knows that poem would recognize it.

    If you know which poem it is please e mail me at rwestpnw@yahoo.com

    Thank you! ...Riley

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  • Lottie Clark (2/4/2006 11:44:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The poem I'm looking for is about a young boy turning ten (possibly eleven) and saying that even though he is ten he is also nine, eight, seven, six etc. He mentions when he cries that is not the ten year old him but the five year old him and other such examples. I'm afraid thats all the info you get. I've no idea of author, quotations from the poem or title, just general content! I'm at a complete loss and if anyone can fathom what poem I'm on about from the limited amount of info given, not only will you be a genius but you'll have solved a problem I've had for many years!

    Any help greatly appreciated, thank you.

    lottie.

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