Robert Hayden

(4 August 1913 – 25 February 1980 / Detroit)

Monet's Waterlilies



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Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Friday, November 25, 2011

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  • L Liekys (6/15/2010 2:39:00 PM)

    This is one of the most wonderful poems ever written. It's contrasting images and the emotional back-and-forth is really like life. It reminds me of the bit in 'Good Morning Viet Nam' in which 'What a Wonderful World' is playing over horrifying images of the war. Wish I could've known Mr. Hayden. (Report) Reply

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