Friday, January 3, 2003

From Sunset To Star Rise Comments

Rating: 3.3

Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
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Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Aaron Marchant 01 July 2018

The poem that speaks to me more than any other... 'A silly sheep benighted from the fold' - Perfect.

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Born- lots of people to smiling welcome us Death - lots to cry and say farewell by our bed This merry go round called life and death Will always be an enigma at its best......... I welcome all ye poets reading this to my page too.....

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* Sunprincess * 24 December 2013

.....a nice write filled with sadness...

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Dimu Eric Olowoparija 25 December 2012

Good poetry and wonderful use of words.

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David James 24 December 2012

Its very Deep and thought provoking. Finished with aplomb as my heart sighs after swallows flown.

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Matt Mooney 24 December 2012

A fine poem with a well developed theme.Beutifully structured.10.

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Sara Fielder 24 December 2011

It seems to me that the most haunting poetry is written when one is feeling completely alone and lonely.

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Ramesh T A 24 December 2009

What a grief stricken heart sighing for summer wind to fly as swallow! Though cold as winter outside yet warm as summer inside! Nice sonnet to read!

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Csdb Kind 24 December 2007

i like the high of the low, but. how long do i whant to stay? how long do you? blind bats flying with friends.

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Nicola Burkett 24 December 2006

Beautiful......Her preference of winter images her loneliness and fear of dying alone. Both are cold and miserable. 'I am no summer friend, but wintry cold........I live alone, I look to die alone' 10 out of 10 R.I.P Christina Respectfully Nicola x x

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