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    A new clone arises. :rolleyes:
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    (Original post by Ralfskini)
    I dont really like poetry so Im not the best to comment.


    I like this poem



    Ode to "the twins"*



    I talk about my boobs a lot
    They're the only asset I've really got
    I hate them when they get all bloated
    I've to treat them like they're egg shell coated
    Which isn't ideal in mosh pits
    There, they really get on my tits.
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    (Original post by Ralfskini)
    I dont really like poetry so Im not the best to comment.


    Sleep

    Though wakefulness my domain
    In sleep I remain,
    For wakefulness is sleep
    One shallow and one deep.

    © Shahriar Shahriari
    Vancouver, Canada

    May 11, 1997


    http://www.shahriari.com/poems/1short/
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    (Original post by gaga_kid)
    First Sight by PHILIP LARKIN

    Lambs that learn to walk in snow
    When their bleating clouds the air
    Meet a vast unwelcome, know
    Nothing but a sunless glare.
    Newly stumbling to and fro
    All they find, outside the fold,
    Is a wretched width of cold.

    As they wait beside the ewe,
    Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
    Hidden round them, waiting too,
    Earth's immeasureable surprise.
    They could not grasp it if they knew,
    What so soon will wake and grow
    Utterly unlike the snow.

    Just found this poem through my poetry anthology for english.. i found it really cool. the dreamy, timeless simplicity of the poem. Larkin is so vivid, yet never excessive.

    What are your views on the poem??

    I think my version of the poem is a great improvement:

    Calves that learn to walk in snow
    When their mooing clouds the air
    Meet a vast unwelcome, know
    Nothing but a sunless glare.
    Newly stumbling to and fro
    All they find, outside the fold,
    Is a wretched width of cold.

    As they wait beside the heifer,
    Her udders wetly caked, there lies
    Hidden round them, there for ever,
    Earth's immeasureable surprise.
    They could not grasp it if they knew,
    What so soon will wake and grow
    Utterly unlike the moo.



    SO WHAT DOES EVERYONE THINK??!?
 
 
 
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