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  • Rebecca Schultze (1/15/2007 6:07:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am looking for an Emily Dickinson poem which ends '...faithful be
    To Thyself,
    And Mystery-
    All the rest is Perjury-

    Can anyone help? Thanks!

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    • Mark English (1/16/2007 12:24:00 PM) Post reply

      You almost have the whole poem already. In full it goes 'Lad of Athens, faithful be / To Thyself, / And Mystery— / All the rest is Perjury.'

  • Lou Shandra Wright (1/12/2007 9:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I NEED POEMS SUBMITTED TO ME FOR A BOOK I'M MAKING FOR MY SENIOR PROJECT I NEED TO GRADUATE. PLEASE

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  • Kristin Baker (1/12/2007 6:09:00 AM) Post reply

    The author is Carl Sandberg, but this doesn't seem to be available through the sites I know. Bits of it: You were made for joy child... the feet of you were carved for that... the ankles of you were carved for that...
    Anybody know it?

  • Jill Peacock (1/12/2007 12:23:00 AM) Post reply

    HAS ANYONE HEARD OF A POEM THAT IS SOMETHING LIKE- AT THE DAWN OF THE DAY I REST MY HANDS UPON MY HEAD AND THINK BACK ON HOW IT ALL CAME TO BE- YOU SEE IVE LEARNED IN TIME THAT ABUSIVE PEOPLE TEACH YOU-
    SOMETHING LIKE THAT ANYONE PLEASE AND THANK YOU

  • Deborah Evans (1/11/2007 8:33:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello,

    I'm looking for a poem for an elderly relative it is called 'The Deer and the Prophet'. Does anyone know anything about this poem; I can't find it anywhere. Hope someone can help

    Regards

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    • Neil Betteridge (5/17/2007 2:24:00 AM) Post reply

      Me too! Did you find it? I think the first line is: 'One early morning pink and grey as early mornings are in May' or something. If you hear anything about it I'd be very grateful if you could let me ... more

  • Jennifer Schals (1/10/2007 12:51:00 PM) Post reply

    There was a radio program here in montreal that had a canadian poet reading from a book, songs of the purple fungus I think was the title, but I did not catch the poets name and I havent been able to find anything on the internet. The poems were about robots and strange things like that. Are there any other places I can look?

  • Sarah Wright (1/7/2007 9:51:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi
    I'm looking for a poem that I studied in French. I thought it was by Victor Hugo about his child/grandchild but haven't been able to find it. I think it starts 'j'ai du fruit d'or, j'ai du rose' I don't have a clue what its called though!
    Thanks

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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:

    Grass
    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: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-grandma/ Ivy

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