Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Comments about Walter de la Mare

  • babybear (5/15/2018 7:52:00 PM)

    Sylvia Portoian you need to be more nice when you type. first of all he does not write like a 3rd grader he writes like an. he actually writes like Langston Hughes. I am a 6th grader and i am having to read all of his poems for reading and write a responding essay comparing all his poems

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  • babybear (5/15/2018 6:44:00 PM)

    i need the storm for my assessment i have to do a response report

  • NeoGeekJr (4/10/2018 4:25:00 PM)

    Where is his The Storm

  • Eleni Lipcar (2/13/2018 7:52:00 PM)

    I love his work! He is a master when it comes to imagery and figurative language.

  • Eleni Lipcar (2/13/2018 7:52:00 PM)

    I love his work! He is a master when it comes to imagery and figurative language. He plays with ideas very well. I am very much inspired by his poems. What a skill!

  • Priyantha Guawardena (12/8/2013 8:49:00 AM)

    help me get the real idea of some one poem -priyantha

  • Priyantha Guawardena (12/8/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    what is the fully meaning of some one

  • Thaar Ali (2/2/2012 1:21:00 PM)

    he is agoodman and he is the best

  • Sylva Portoian Sylva Portoian (2/26/2010 7:17:00 AM)

    I can't -at all -f ancy him
    He writes like an eight-year old child.
    He became famous because of his dad,
    What a lucky-guy he is!
    A large platinum -spoon
    Pushed in his mouth.

  • Haroon Mustafa (3/17/2007 7:22:00 AM)

    he is the master of creating imagery.he wants us to enjoy his world of imagination

Best Poem of Walter de la Mare

The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest's ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of ...

Read the full of The Listeners

Wanderers

Wide are the meadows of night,
And daisies are shinng there,
Tossing their lovely dews,
Lustrous and fair;

And through these sweet fields go,
Wanderers amid the stars --
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.

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