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  • Ana Jain (7/27/2005 1:46:00 PM) Post reply

    I am looking for a poem written by Charles Chaplin (the actor) . I don't know the name of the poem. It is about friendship and what we look on a friend. If anyone knows it, could you please send it to me or tell me the name of it.
    Thank you so much!

  • K S (7/22/2005 11:00:00 PM) Post reply

    I'm looking for a poem I read in the New Yorker, in early 2002. I can't remember much about it, other than that I loved it. I think the author's name was something like Anthony Walton? Help!

  • Joe Shmoe (7/22/2005 3:09:00 AM) Post reply

    im looking for a poem i heard years ago.. about a man who climbs a cliff in search of a man called 'bobba fatt' or something along those lines. (no not star wars: P) please email me if you know the one im talking about

  • Poetry Enthusiast (7/20/2005 12:21:00 PM) Post reply

    I read a poem in college that I can't seem to remember correctly. I know it's American, probably from the turn of the century, and that it was pretty angst-y about the American condition. The only lines I can vaguely remember (probably incorrectly) are:

    ...gray skies stretch (arch?) over us
    and we are all alone.

    Anyone got any ideas?

  • Kristyn Woods (7/19/2005 8:27:00 AM) Post reply

    hey I was just wondering has anyone heard of a poem like this.

    I will describe it.

    Here goes.

    It talks about a child thinking their parents or (father) is perfect when they are young, then through adolescence thinking the total opposite, then as an adult respecting them (or him)

    Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaase help me, has anyone heard of something like this?


  • Barry Cunningham (7/12/2005 6:33:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm looking for a poem that contains the following lines:
    'A week to Christmas
    Gimcracks in the shops'
    It ends:
    'Hark the herald angels beg for copper coins'
    Can anyone help?

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  • Eli Grinfeld (6/29/2005 8:17:00 PM) Post reply

    A poem by Stephen Dunn that was published around 1985, where he is talking about the feelings of english professor. I dont remember the name or even one line from there. I hust know that it inspired me to become and english professor. (The title is something like 'Conffesions on english professor'
    it is almost 12 years that I am seraching for this poem. It means a lot to me.
    you may contact me on my email:
    Thank you so much

  • Jissa George (6/22/2005 12:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I have once read a beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda. I can't remember it now except for one line ' I want to do with you what the spring does to cherry blossoms.'. If someboy out there knows please let me know.

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    • Lyuba Stevasarova (6/24/2005 8:34:00 AM) Post reply

      Must be this one, I have it only in spanish: (I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees) Juegas todo los días Juegas todos los días con la luz universo. Sutil visitadora ... more

  • Joseph Braun (6/20/2005 11:28:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    In high school we had to memorize a poem entitled 'My Advocate'. I can only remember that it was about Jesus standing in front of God and defending us, but I don't remember any actual lines or the author. If anybody out there knows of it, please let me know! ! !

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    • L M (7/8/2005 2:52:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      My Advocate I sinned. And straightway, post-haste Satan flew Before the presence of the Most High God, And made a railing accusation there. He said, “This soul, this thing of clay and sod Has ... more

  • Lisa Giustinoni (6/14/2005 5:14:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am looking for this peom, it starts like this. I have no idea what the name is.'When despair for the world grows in me I go and lie down where the wood rake rests in his beauty on the water and the great herron feeds...

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    • Steve Greenaway (6/16/2005 2:10:00 PM) Post reply

      The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wo ... more

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