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  • Bronze Star - 5,258 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (10/14/2014 3:26:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    I'm looking for a poem which I read several years ago...some of the lines are: The night has a thousand eyes, the day but one...there's more to this poem and I believe that a lyrical poet named May Delano Rogers wrote it but I can't find any of her poems either.She used to get her poems published in the poetry magazine The Lyricist..

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    • Bronze Star - 5,258 Points Laura Burns (10/21/2014 3:14:00 PM) Post reply

      " The Night Has a Thousand Eyes" is by the Victorian poet Francis William Bourdillon. You can find it on the Poemhunter site.

  • Rookie - 10 Points Glen Dony (10/12/2014 11:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am looking for a poem " Forever Falling" by Janna Hill. I know she is an American poet.

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    • Rookie - 10 Points Jeffrey Jackson (10/13/2014 1:56:00 AM) Post reply

      Her personal Email is mail@jannahill.net - go ask her which of her books it's in - Jeff Jackson

  • Rookie - 11 Points Jeffrey Jackson (10/12/2014 4:05:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I am searching for a poem written during the first world war The poet, while on leave, went for a country walk and saw an elderly man ploughing a field with a horse. A large tree had fallen into the field and the ploughman had to plough around it. The poet held a conversation with the farmer and was told that all the young men of the village had gone to war so there was no one left to remove the tree. He went on to explain that the field should have been ploughed a month before and the crop should already be growing and that many from the village would not return to see it harvested. Shortly after this the poet died on the battlefield. any help would be appreciated,
    Jeff Jackson

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  • Gold Star - 13,802 Points Mohammad Skati (10/11/2014 12:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am looking for any poem that praises Christopher Columbus or any poem about him. Thanks.

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    • Gold Star - 13,802 Points Laura Burns (10/20/2014 9:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      COLUMBUS by Joaquin Miller Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mat ... more

  • Rookie - 5 Points Buckley Cathy (10/9/2014 1:47:00 PM) Post reply

    Please help,
    I've a few lines from a poem I am keen to source;

    " I watched her clip their wings one day,
    she said she'd keep them safe that way" .....
    " And in the night I heard the cry,
    Of wild swans soaring through the sky" ..

    and that's all I can recall. Any ideas?

  • Rookie - 11 Points Marie Wray (10/9/2014 1:15:00 PM) Post reply

    I am looking for a poem we use to say at school when I was about 12 years old, I can remember some of it there is a couple of last lines I cannot remember it goes like this. Butterflies, Butterflies flying high, flying low spread your wings and fly away, come back another day, wings of gold, wings of blue, straight from heaven swift you blew. Then the last two lines I have forgotten, if anyone can tell me please I would be most grateful, marie

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lynne Davy (10/8/2014 6:59:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am looking for two poems.

    In the first, the poet is remarking on how to a fly (I think that is the creature, but may be wrong) , his own awareness of the world is a vast to him as ours is to us.

    In the second, the poet is considering how gently the mother bat cares for her young, how soft her fur, how beautiful she is...it's been decades.

    If anyone can lead me to either of these poems, I'd greatly appreciate it.


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    • Rookie - 0 Points Laura Burns (10/8/2014 8:53:00 PM) Post reply

      Here is one: The Bat Poet By Randall Jarrell A bat is born Naked and blind and pale His mother makes a pocket of her tail And catches him. He clings to her long fur By his thumbs and toes ... more

  • Rookie - 0 Points S D (10/6/2014 2:21:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi! I read a poem a while ago and I can't for the life of me remember what it is called or who wrote it. It's about a man who is in a field (I think of wheat) with his scythe, and he is surrounded by neighbors who tend sheep. It is mentioned in the poem that he sometimes catches the reflection of his face in his scythe, like the reflection of the light of the sun in the moon. That's all I remember. Any help is appreciated. I would really like to find this poem!

  • Rookie - 0 Points Minjeong Son (10/6/2014 3:12:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    What is the theme of this poem?
    This is part of a poem. Anybody knows?

    But yesterday I should have thought me blest
    To stand high-pinnacled upon the peak
    Of middle life and look adown the bleak
    And unfamiliar foreslope to the West,
    Where solemn shadows all the land invest
    And stilly voices, half-remembered, speak
    Unfinished prophecy, and witch-fires freak
    The haunted twilight of the Dark of Rest.
    Yea, yesterday my soul was all aflame
    To stay the shadow on the dial's face
    At manhood's noonmark! Now, in God His name
    I chide aloud the little interspace
    Disparting me from Certitude, and fain
    Would know the dream and vision ne'er again.

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Laura Burns (10/6/2014 5:02:00 PM) Post reply

      All I know is that Ambrose Bierce uses it in his Devil's Dictionary to illustrate his definition of yesterday: " The infancy of youth, the youth of manhood, the entire past of age." He gives ... more

  • Rookie - 0 Points Chauhan Kinjal (10/5/2014 4:58:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I want poem " Goodbye Party for Miss Pushpa T.S." of Nissim Ezekiel

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (10/6/2014 12:21:00 AM) Post reply

      Good post. Ezekiel is the English writing Indian poet, learnt from history of English literature. But here Chauhan Kinjal and Laura Burns offered an opportunity to read a complete poem. Thanks both t ... more

    • Rookie - 0 Points Laura Burns (10/5/2014 9:29:00 PM) Post reply

      Friends, our dear sister is departing for foreign in two three days, and we are meeting today to wish her bon voyage. You are all knowing, friends, what sweetness is in Miss Pushpa. I do ... more

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