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  • Rookie - 0 Points Al Howard (1/20/2015 1:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Can someone tell me the title of the poem - believe it was in English Lit class from my senior year high school class in 1953 - that has in it " dust thou art to dust returneth was not spoken of the soul" .... " and the grave is not it's goal" ??? Between this one and " Daffodils" that is about the extent of my memory.

    Thanks, Al

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Laura Burns (1/20/2015 8:31:00 PM) Post reply

      The poem is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's " A Psalm of Life." You can find it on the PoemHunter web site.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Sarah Breden (1/9/2015 1:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi
    Im looking for a poem that my Grandma used to say, but I dont remember much of it, I so hope someone can help. It could have been one she learned at school, or one from Chapel, as she was a very good methodist. All I remember is: -

    There off, there off the race has begun
    Their silken jackets they flash in the sun.
    and
    It isnt a fortune, but oh its so sweet,
    and you cant come to grief when the favorites meet.

    Sounds like a racing poem, I have looked everywhere, and in every book I pick up, but nothing.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Kit Kennedy (1/1/2015 5:16:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi, I'm looking for a World War One era poem (or possibly earlier, which may or may not have been written by Thomas Hardy. The narrator of the poem is writing to the woman he loves during the period between Christmas and New Year's and the poem contains a line at the end which is something like this: " My love only to you this late year date." But when I google this line, I don't come up with anything. Let me know if this rings a bell. Thanks!

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mike D (12/27/2014 6:28:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello. I had a book (or periodical issue) of poetry, and I'm looking for a poem that was in it. This was in Alabama, so maybe a poetry journal published by a University in the south? The book or volume was pretty old (from used book store) and I'm guessing it was published in 1960's or 70's. I think the title was simply " Trees Dance" , but maybe it had no title? The first lines of the poem were something like this...

    (Note: parentheses show where I add a possible line, not part of the poem itself)

    Trees dance, I said
    that is how I know
    that they, like us,
    are blessed with consciousness.

    You are mad (or maybe " You are a fool" ;) , he said
    It is the wind that moves them
    (not themselves?)
    they are the moved,
    not the movers
    ...
    ...
    and it goes on like this for a couple more stanzas. It finishes with the poet saying that he/she meant the slow growth of the trees, not the movement from the wind
    it ends something like...

    the long thin branches
    reaching up to heaven
    fingering the stars.

    Does this ring a bell? I'd be much obliged if someone could help me find it! Thank you!

  • Rookie - 0 Points K B (12/23/2014 12:20:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello,

    I'm looking for a Christmas poem that I remember from my childhood. I think it could be from the 'Song of the City' book by Gareth Owen but I'm not sure why I think that!

    It goes:

    Christmas at our house isn't like other Christmas's I've seen
    On calendars and Christmas cards where all joy is serene
    Where red faced husbands kiss their wives beneath sprigs of mistletoe
    and fat little angels sing carols and it always seems to snow

    For a start my dad starts moaning before he is even out of bed
    and.....................................................................................................
    .........................................................................................................

    That's all I can remember but it starts talking about different family members antics!

    Can anyone help!

    Thanks in advance

  • Rookie - 0 Points Southern Wind (12/22/2014 11:28:00 PM) Post reply

    A long poem, about flowers and love and people, things that pass away yet the memory remains, like the smell of flowers. A great wind came up from the south and carried the flowers that had died. About four lines from the end I smelled flowers.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Sunny Sun (12/18/2014 11:28:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Warm greetings from China! Anyone happens to know which poem written by Williams Carlos Williams contains these words: " These things / astonish me beyond words" ?Thanks!

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  • Rookie - 15 Points John Edwards (12/15/2014 11:25:00 AM) Post reply

    I am looking for the author of a poem with the following line

    do not ask where spring flowers go

  • Rookie - 15 Points John Edwards (12/15/2014 11:22:00 AM) Post reply

    I am looking for the author of a poem with the following stanza.

    Cherry Blossoms
    have no say.
    only bloom,
    emerge,
    reveal,
    naked.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Roxanne Fegley (12/14/2014 4:46:00 PM) Post reply

    Looking for the poem " Wonder of the Wind" by Harold Standish. Can anyone help?

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