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Looking For A Poem

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  • J Xlynn (1/7/2007 1:49:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi: There is an old poem, I think it might be Victorian era. The poem shows us looking at the words expounding something like I'm the supreme ruler over everything that you see, all its lands, all its people, look upon my power and tremble. Then the observer tell us that these words are carved upon a ruined, fallen, half-buried statue in the middle of the desert.

    I've tried searching but cannot remember any specific phrases...ring a bell anyone? Thank you!

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    • Mark English (1/8/2007 12:31:00 PM) Post reply

      You're certainly looking for 'Ozymandias' by Percy Bysshe Shelley: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sa ... more

  • Dave Crosby (1/2/2007 10:59:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I memorized a poem in 1950, but can no longer remember the author. No on line searches have turned up. As I recall it is:

    Where without bloodshed can there be
    a more relentless enmity
    than the long feud fought silently

    between man and the growing grass.

    The impudent spears charge upon
    his sacred privacy of lawn.
    He mows them down, and they are gone.

    Only to lie in wait, for although
    he builds above and digs below,
    where never a blade would dare to go,

    his are the victories ‘till the day,
    that tired of working, tired of play,

    having exhausted every whim,
    he stretches out each conquering limb,

    and then, the tiny grass covers him

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    • Mark English (1/5/2007 3:07:00 PM) Post reply

      That's Louis Untermeyer's 'Long Feud'. You obviously have a fantastic memory, but the published poem has some differences from the version you remember: Where, without bloodshed, can there be A ... more

  • J Taylor (1/2/2007 7:04:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm looking for poems about grandsons and a grandmother's love for the child.
    Also poems about granddaughters, and child of my child.

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    • Horse Poet (1/2/2007 5:22:00 PM) Post reply

      Here is one that I wrote: http: // Ivy

  • Gill Baxter (1/2/2007 5:22:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    A friend who is blind has asked me to track down a poem she remembers with the following lines
    She knows all sighs and she knows all sinning and they whisper out in her breaking wave
    She has known it all since the far beginning, since the grief of that first grave
    She shakes the earth with her stars and thunder and her long low word when the winds are late
    For the sea is woman, the sea is wonder and her other name is fate.
    We both agree it sounds like powerful stuff! ! Hope someone out there has an answer.

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    • Gill Baxter (1/7/2007 12:44:00 PM) Post reply

      Mark, thanks for that, my friend will be so pleased. I work as a library assistant and asked a librarian colleague for help and they couldn't find this poem, so well done and thanks again. Gill

    • Mark English (1/5/2007 2:54:00 PM) Post reply

      The poem you want is 'Virgilia' by Edwin Markham (1852-1940) , which was published in his collection 'The Shoes of Happiness and other poems'. These are the only extracts from it I can find on the We ... more

  • James Kelly (1/1/2007 10:26:00 AM) Post reply

    i am looking for an old Irsih poem. it involves a man named moriarty who has left home for many years with no contact with home. he eventually makes it home and finds out that his mother has passed away. can anyone help with this poem.

  • Jane Elliston (12/30/2006 3:41:00 PM) Post reply

    I'm having a problem finding any of Nigel Forde's poems on line I am particularly looking for 'Fluffy Dice'can anyone help?

  • Horse Poet (12/26/2006 3:01:00 PM) Post reply

    Can you tell what the title and author of this poem or quote from 'Dreamer' is?

    'When you ran the ground shook. The sky opened and mere mortals parted.'



  • Pat Hayakawa (12/24/2006 9:16:00 AM) Post reply

    hi there. looking for the author and original source of this poem. i know someone who memorized long ago, but noone knows where it came from. i believe it was first published in 1920's or 1930's, perhaps in a periodical (Saturday Evening Post?) . I think it's entitled 'An Office Boy's Hamlet'

    Last night the boss slipped me a ticket
    To a show by the name Barrymore
    Which was writ by a guy they call Hamlet
    And believe it or not, kid, I'm sore.

    For it's gloom from the time that it opens
    'Til the time the theatre shuts.
    And half of the cast has gone batty
    And the rest of the company's nuts.

    Now this Barrymore chap is named Hamlet,
    But his real name's George W. Gloom.
    He's the regular life of the party,
    He's as jolly and gay as a tomb.

    Now htis Hamlet is prince of the Denmarks,
    But the porr simp's gone weak in the bean.
    For his father was croaked by his uncle,
    Who right afterward marries the queen.

    ...the poem goes on like this relating the plot of Hamlet, ending with...

    Then he runs his sword through his uncle
    And he says, 'Well let's call it a day.'
    And the King dies, the Queen dies, and Ham dies.
    And I calls it a hell of a play.

    I can post the middle section of the poem if anyone would find it helpful. Thanks a lot.

  • Anne M Piercy (12/21/2006 5:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hi trying to find a poem by john clare, romantic period, only bit i remember goes something like ' what is love? is it to be a prisoner yet and still be free' it was in a small book of his poetry that we used in college back in 1993 and it was an old book then. any help with the title of poem or ideas on book titles i could use to try and trace it would be great. thanks

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    • Mark English (12/22/2006 5:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      If I have the right one then I think it's just called 'Song'. It goes like this: Say What Is Love — To Live In Vain To Live And Die And Live Again Say What Is Love — Is It To Be In Prison St ... more

  • Paul R. Shaw (12/21/2006 3:07:00 PM) Post reply

    I am looking for a poem published in the late 50's-early 1960. It's about a boy to is having to nicer than normal (bad) while waiting for Christmas or actually Dec.26 so he can be normal or bad again. The title or first line starts 'I'm waiting for the 26th...'
    Anyone know of it?

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