Looking For A Poem
(1/7/2007 1:49:00 PM)
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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!
(1/2/2007 10:59:00 AM)
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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
(1/2/2007 7:04:00 AM)
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I'm looking for poems about grandsons and a grandmother's love for the child.
Also poems about granddaughters, and child of my child.
(1/2/2007 5:22:00 AM)
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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.Replies for this message:
(1/7/2007 12:44:00 PM)
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
(1/5/2007 2:54:00 PM)
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
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(1/1/2007 10:26:00 AM)
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.
(12/30/2006 3:41:00 PM)
I'm having a problem finding any of Nigel Forde's poems on line I am particularly looking for 'Fluffy Dice'can anyone help?
(12/26/2006 3:01:00 PM)
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.'
(12/24/2006 9:16:00 AM)
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)
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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
Paul R. Shaw
(12/21/2006 3:07:00 PM)
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?