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Michael Pruchnicki
(6/10/2009 2:03:00 PM) |
As long as these poems of mine are read, Sarah says, my love for you will not change. Shakespeare said in fewer words the same thing - Sonnet 55 - 'Your praise shall still find room /even in the eyes of all posterity..'
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Is It poetry
(6/10/2009 12:41:00 PM) |
It is to late, for change
years are it's tears,
as they float away;
Life was it's boat it is,
lost was yours it parted,
it is a heart, to change,
dreams home is death.
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Athira Ganga
(6/10/2009 12:28:00 PM) |
constancy of love expressed in so few words...the words chosen being remarkable in their simplicity....could shakespeare have managed it such starkness..?
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Kevin Straw
(6/10/2009 6:13:00 AM) |
Formally OK but superior greeting card quality. There are many much better poems expressing the constancy of love, not least Shakespeare's 'Let me not to the marriage of true minds/admit impediments...'
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Wenwen Cheen
(6/10/2009 3:13:00 AM) |
Thats true. Songs spread loves to everyone.
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JOE POEWHIT
(6/10/2009 2:48:00 AM) |
Like an epitaph of the future, with love remaining in her poetry. Leaving her heart to all who seek.
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Queeny Gona
(6/10/2009 1:37:00 AM) |
I do believe that love lasts long! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Simple yet heart touching
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R R
(6/10/2008 11:16:00 PM) |
Simple but beautiful and touching. Yes, love lasts forever.
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Michael Pruchnicki
(6/10/2008 3:46:00 PM) |
One never knows, dear Sara, how your work will be received by some reader 65 years after your death by suicide. Sara was praised in her day for the evocative intensity of her poetry. Compare Sara's brief poem to the lengthy and diffuse poem about unicorns and wormsnails in the sky.
The brevity of Teasdale's poem demonstrates the poet's ability to evoke in a few well-chosen words the intense passion the poet feels about the love she has expressed (the 'it' of the title and the 'it' of lines 3,5 and 6) in her poetry. The sense of this short poem compares well to Shakespeare's sonnets where the same feeling is expressed about poetry at greater length. So long as this poem is read, she says, so long will my love live in these words. Teasdale gives the gift of literary immortality to her loved one.
Honestly, sometimes one can only gasp with amazement at the lack of perception in some of the readers who have the audacity to tell a dead poet that she 'will go far as a story writer'!
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