John Donne (24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)
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Poems by John Donne : 7 / 192
A Lame Beggar
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
John Donne
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Poems by John Donne : 7 / 192
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****But he may sit! ****
The poem is short but heavily laden with heden meaning.
Ah the suspicious mind.... frozen to the spot even though he doubts the plea's ... a good short but sweet, confident piece...tyvm karen his lines almost suggest he becomes the victim... clever
Yes, indeed a lame beggar cannot stand and move walking as all do but only lie and crawl like a child ever in life! It's a common sight in the street one can witness everyday in my town too!
I totally don't get it
Funny!
I was caught for a moment, but figured it out, and had a small laugh.
The kind of joke everyone likes, just a little.
Can not, blind eyes...
belay; too you,
what poor bodies, do....iip
Oh, this is a mul-tim in-parvo, really enough.
Thanks for this represents for all the members same voices.
Short and to the point....says it all...thank you
striaght and to the piont you said so much with such simple words congrats