Thursday, January 1, 2004

The Sea-Child Comments

Rating: 3.0

HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink
Where every eye but his own would shrink;
No music he hears but the billow’s noise,
And shells and weeds are his only toys.
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Eliza Cook
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Kingsley Egbukole 15 December 2019

Interesting poem. Well articulated.

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Uche Nwanze 15 December 2019

A beauty, a masterpiece, brilliance.

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Andrew Blakemore 15 December 2019

Love the imagery in this poem

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Harley White 15 December 2019

Lovely poem, well crafter...

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Sylvia Frances Chan 15 December 2019

Such a sweetest poem, and so detailed about a sea-child.. An excellent choice for the Classic Poem Of The Day. Hurray! I truoy enjoyed the poem. Mesmerizing, worth to be read time and again. CONGRATULATIONS!

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Edward Kofi Louis 15 December 2019

Billow's noise! ! ! ! And now his wandering feet can reach. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Practicing Poetess 15 December 2019

I absolutely loved this one. Beautifully and descriptively written! A fitting choice for POD.

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Ananiya Alick Ponje 19 November 2008

It is really a very good poem. It reminds me of the past when I used to live far away from home. Continue writing. May you please comment on my poems as well.

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Eliza Cook

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