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  • Valentine Mbagu (6/22/2013 7:47:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    When the wind blow, when the sun shines, when the rain falls, when the dark calls the day to slumber, when men have all gone to sleep, when no one thinks of thee, when no one cares, l will always be here for you! Thinking of you, yearning for you and when the morning retires the night to it's place and when all men awakens to behold the brighter new day of the month and week.l will always wish you a wounderful week and lots of love.l care for thee.l will always love you, in my heart have l created a space for you to occupy. Behold and see that we are not only meant for each other but that we are created for and from one another.l love you till the end of time and end of seasons. My love for you glitters more the the stars of heaven, my passion for you eludes the illusion of lust. I love you from the depth of my soul.

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  • Z.i. Mahmud (6/13/2013 10:22:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    HI!
    This is a piece of summary written by me. Feel free to comment and say your opinions.
    Because I need to improve this summary for my English Literature exam.

    Sincerely Yours,
    Z.I.Mahmud

    In the poem " The Tyger" the poet William Blake has given a very nice description about the features and the structures of a beautiful creature like the tiger. The tiger is a wonderful but frightening and ferocious animal. It is a contrast to the poem " The Lamb" written by William Blake. The tiger represents the cruel, rude and harsher side of human soul unlike the lamb which represents the tenderness of softness, peace, gentleness, meekness and harmlessness. The tiger lives in the darker forests of the night. The burning bright body stripes of the tiger makes the creature beautiful. The golden and burning eyes of the tiger is the mighty lusture it evinces. The tiger is having fearful symmetry besides having sharp claws and elegant paws, strong muscles, orange and black colour body stripes, strong teeth. The poet is wonderstruck admiring its symmetry and beauty. The poet thinks and feels that same God who made the lamb has also made the tiger. So to the poet, both the tiger and the lamb are made by the sammer hammer. After all, God is the most powerful and tiger is an example of strength and beauty.

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    • Laura Burns (6/14/2013 2:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      It would be a better usage to say " The tiger has fearful symmetry besides having...." Also, " sammer hammer" is a mistake. Did you mean " same hand" ? Nice analysis.

  • Linden Andrews (6/12/2013 7:46:00 PM) Post reply

    An old girlfriend of mine had a poem on the wall, It was about two hikers who met on two trails that were close together only, one path was rocky and difficult and the other was smoother and less treacherous. To help the one onto the easier path, one had to reach out and swing the other up to the new path. Then the poem centers on the trust one must have while dangling over the cliff and how one could just let go and allow the other fall to their death.

  • Andrew Barratt (6/10/2013 2:12:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Does anyone know who wrote the poem that starts:

    If death should say I offer you a robe of earth, a crown of dew
    Communion with the roots of things, and knowledge of the blossomings..." ?

    or can anyone complete the poem?

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    • Laura Burns (6/11/2013 11:15:00 AM) Post reply

      If Death should say: 'I offer you A robe of earth, a crown of dew, Communion with the root of things And the knowledge of the blossomings Of rose or weed or meadow rue, ' I think that I should g ... more

  • Teresa Maciel (6/7/2013 8:42:00 PM) Post reply

    I am looking for a poem. I have absolutely no idea the title or the author. It was in a frame I had for years as my daughter grew up. I lost the frame some years ago to storm damage. My daughter asked me about it after all these years. She remembered several lines from it. Please help me locate this for her - it seems very important for her of late. Thank you in advance. The lines she remembers are as follows:
    A mother's heartstrings are always tender
    regardless of her offsprings gender.
    But the relationship is more complex,
    when the child is of the mother's sex.

  • Yolanda Statom (6/4/2013 2:01:00 PM) Post reply

    I am looking for a poem that I believe it titled Failure.
    A few lines are:

    Some people venture out to try something new...

    Failure is a sign you tried, you didn't let an opportunity go by. You didn't quite reach your goal, but you were bold.
    It ends with-Nothing beats a failure buy a try.

    Thanks for your help!

  • Mary Taylor (6/2/2013 4:25:00 AM) Post reply

    I am looking for 2 poems that my mom used to recite. They are both written in the vernacular of a small boy about his big sister that he spies on when she has a date. My mom was born in 1891 so I suspect the poems were written before 1915. If I recall correctly the names of the poems are: " My Big Sister" and " The Buggy Ride" . I know that he is critical as a small boy would be of his sister's smooching and calling her boy friend love names like " Hon" .
    Any help would be greatly appreciated! Thanks.

  • Brandy Watkins (6/1/2013 10:19:00 PM) Post reply

    hi i am looking for a poem that i found online at least 10 years ago. i am not sure who wrote it or the title but i do know some of the versus or lines and these are not in any order. if anyone can help i would really appriciate it i have been looking for months now with no luck

    Because im never good enough no matter what i do
    Its like everyone thinks that i deserve to be lonely
    Like its my fault for loving you
    But i never asked for this
    I could kill myself
    Just for wanting you

  • Brandy Watkins (6/1/2013 10:08:00 PM) Post reply

    hi i am looking for a poem that i read a long time ago. i found it online at least 10 years ago. i have no idea who wrote it. i use to have a copy saved to my computer but i seem to have lost it. i can not remember the name of it either. i just remember some of the lines in it. and the lines are not in any particular order... this is what i can remember. if anyone knows where i can find it or anything about it... please let me know. i have been searching for months and i am at a loss now. Thanks everyone! !

    Because im never good enough no matter what i do
    Its like everyone thinks that i deserve to be lonely
    Like its my fault for loving you
    But i never asked for this
    I could kill myself
    Just for wanting you

  • Christine Nyegibbons (6/1/2013 10:39:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I once had a book dating from about 1920 called a Golden Treasury of Children's verse or similar, and one powm I would really love to find
    I think it was called the Third Birthday.

    Three candles on the, bedecked with rosemary and bay, her hand in mine as we cut the cake, , , , ,
    But she and me, and candles three will never be three again.

    the words are not quite in order but it is a sad but lovely poem about how quickly children grow.
    any help gratefully recieved

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