Monday, January 13, 2003

Forgetfulness Comments

Rating: 4.5

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,

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Billy Collins
COMMENTS
Sylvia Frances Chan 06 March 2021

Now I know how it reads a poem written by Professor Eddie Collins. Many times I wanna hold the words that flows so rapidly in this poem, but they constantly continue flowing more rapidly, but it was a nice feel having read this poem by a Professor!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 06 March 2021

So profoundly written, in a mesmerizing language that I have forgotten that this poem goes about............Forgetfulness. I get such a hilarious feel inside me.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 06 March 2021

This is ectra ordinary poem about our forgetfulness, the older the worse, methinks, but you have explained here in hemisphere phrases how our mind is working, I have come to the conclusion this is most valuable and most important!

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Khairul Ahsan 18 December 2020

The fist and the last stanzas are particularly beautiful! Heartiest congratulations on the poem’s selection as the ‘Modern Poem of the Day’!

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Robert Murray Smith 18 December 2020

Memories are there, even if, they temporarily disappear.

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Paul Reed 18 December 2020

Heart-rending and glorious description of the sad journey of losing one's memory

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Luis Estable 18 December 2020

Yes, forgetfulness. but I`m not sure if the kind of forgetfulness is clear here. Forgetfulness as to what or by whom? Or to whom? Sometimes it reads that the forgetfulness is of the people about him and other times ii seems that the person is the one who is forgetting.

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John Anderson 18 December 2020

Enjoyed very much, and have spent time in that “little fishing village with no phones“ lol

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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 December 2020

The boon granted by the almighty to human to forget things for maintaining space in one's memory has been beautifully used in this modern poem of the day. Congrats.

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Mahtab Bangalee 18 December 2020

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. /// that's great, so lovely poem; love is awaken nerve though it sleeps deep; love is concerned nerve though it spends time subconsciously; true love can forget everything but can't forget true heart of feelings

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 September 2020

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember, it is not poised on the tip of your tongue, not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen. a fine poem. and very realistic. tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 25 June 2020

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. a very fine poem. tony

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Britte Ninad 08 July 2019

such a lovely and brilliant poem|| love so much

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Jane Campion 08 July 2019

To know that one is forgetful fosters hope.

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eatmywords 21 April 2019

this is pure comedy: D

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Slav McDougall 16 April 2019

Screw you bad poem Fallout 76 good game, just people who dont like it are toxic haters, bad people in short. Me and my buddy Jason Johnson are going to go solve a bunch of criminals, basically bad poem.

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Julia 10 October 2018

Why does the reader read these poems in such a monotone? She is awful.

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Raros Miguel 21 March 2019

Because it's a automatically generated. Not a real person

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Laura 04 October 2018

You have such a wonderful way with words. They paint such a creative image in my mind's eye. Thanks!

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Ugwu Erochukwu Shedrach 08 September 2018

Beautiful

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Rod Mendieta 04 September 2018

Yes, I know the feeling. I've always loved Goethe's Erlkönig (The Elf King) poem so much that I had memorized it both in the original German and the English translation. Now I can only recall the first stanza (Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind...) Ach, shade!

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