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LucyFuhr · 56-60, F
"i carry your heart" e.e. cummings (probably [b][i]my[/i][/b] very favorite of all)
HotMessExpress102 · 41-45, F
Is the only requirement that it captures your heart?
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Jax316 · F
@HotMessExpress102 Okay, send it.
HotMessExpress102 · 41-45, F
@Jax316 won’t let me send a link....
This is “old” and poetry is a very personal thing. It does have a name and date.
https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/71/henry-wadsworth-longfellow-selected-works/5011/a-gleam-of-sunshine/
This is “old” and poetry is a very personal thing. It does have a name and date.
https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/71/henry-wadsworth-longfellow-selected-works/5011/a-gleam-of-sunshine/
Jax316 · F
@HotMessExpress102 This is perfect, thank you so much ❤️❤️ I will attach the link with my emails to my instructor.
firefall · 61-69, M
[https://medium.com/poem-of-the-day/w-h-auden-funeral-blues-8771e2868595]
"Funeral Blues" or "Stop all the clocks" is a poem by W. H. Auden. An early version was published in 1936, but the poem in its final, familiar form was first published in The Year's Poetry (London, 1938).
"Funeral Blues" or "Stop all the clocks" is a poem by W. H. Auden. An early version was published in 1936, but the poem in its final, familiar form was first published in The Year's Poetry (London, 1938).
firefall · 61-69, M
another:
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56159/this-is-just-to-say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56159/this-is-just-to-say
SW-User
Shakespeare's sonnets can capture my heart
ozgirl512 · 26-30, F
The highway man, by Alfred Noyes
DDonde · 31-35, M
Honey come as honey go
My bees do fly - to and fro
They Pollenate, masturbate
Come back home with all the dough
My bees do fly - to and fro
They Pollenate, masturbate
Come back home with all the dough