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  • Rookie - 0 Points K B (12/23/2014 12:20:00 PM) Post reply
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    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 - 5 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 - 5 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?

  • Rookie - 4 Points Jennifer Williams (12/14/2014 2:03:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi all! My dear grandfather passed away this past August, and while going through his things, we found the following poem written in a spiral notebook. I thought, at first, it may just be a copy of a something he read, a poem he liked; however, on closer inspection, it appears that it *may* have been written by him. If so, I'd like to save it for the family (for sentimental value) , but before sharing it, I wanted to do everything I can to find out it if is written by him or not. Can anyone identify the following?



    Thoughts While Ill (1966)

    Oh! Life is so sweet in the
    Springtime
    When the soft breezes ruffle
    The grass
    When the trees toss their heads
    In the Springtime
    And laugh as each cloud hurries pass.

    The roses bloom in the Springtime
    In their dresses of myriad
    Hue.
    And their perfumes as fragrant
    In Springtime
    As their petal drink drops [days?] of the
    Dew.

    There are daffodils, too, in the
    Springtime
    Their yellow heads mad
    As they strive
    To reach up to the sun in the
    Springtime
    For the sheer joy of being alive.

    And the birds will return in the
    Springtime
    Each to this own chosen nest.
    And their gay songs will
    Gladden the Springtime
    As though each one must out-
    Sing the rest.

    Yet daffodils die after Springtime
    And roses [and] birds have their day
    And the petal much glowed in the
    Springtime
    Will grow withered – then vanish
    Away.

    “So you’ll die, ” laughs the cynic, “we all
    do.
    We live, then we die. That’s life’s
    Way.
    Move on to some half-seen
    Tomorrow
    So what matter the season or day.”

    Man, too, has his season for
    Growing.
    Surest Springtime, glad Summer,
    Bright Fall.
    Then cold Winter—the season for
    Dying,
    The sobering end of it all.

    Not so! Let me meet Death in
    Springtime
    On some bright morn that’s reverently
    clad
    And my heart – ‘tho it’s stilled
    In the Springtime –
    Will say praises to God and be
    Glad.

    - - - - - - -
    The style and content is obviously reminiscent of the Romanticists (i.e. Wordsworth, Coleridge, etc) but that doesn't jibe with the title " Thought While Ill (1966) ."

    So, what do you think? Is this an original poem by my grandfather (c.1966) or a known poem that I just can't place?

    Thanks so much for your time and attention!

    All the best,

    Jennifer Williams

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jessica Hostetler (12/11/2014 7:36:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi,

    I am trying to find a poem lost over the years. My husband was composing a choral piece to it, and the words have been lost in two moves and with two kids joining us. Here is what a can remember:

    -written before 2002
    -probably titled 'House-free' or with those words in it
    -female poet with three names?
    -might have the line 'and now the days grow short'
    -imagery of fall/winter and feeling more at home outside than in

    Thanks so much!
    Jessica

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jessica Hostetler (12/11/2014 7:33:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi,

    I am trying to find a poem lost over the years. My husband was composing a choral piece to it, and the words have been lost in two moves and with two kids joining us. Here is what a can remember:

    -written before 2002
    -probably titled 'House-free' or with those words in it
    -female poet with three names?
    -might have the line 'and now the days grow short'
    -imagery of fall/winter and feeling more at home outside than in

    Thanks so much!
    Jessica

  • Freshman - 1,145 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (12/11/2014 5:06:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am looking for a poem which has the words 'The heights of great men...were not attain by sudden flight.. were toiling upwards in the night. Do help me to find this poem. Thanks

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    • Freshman - 1,145 Points Laura Burns (12/11/2014 9:37:00 PM) Post reply

      The poem is " The Ladder of St. Augustine" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. You can find it on the Poemhunter site.

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