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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Just a snippet from The Wreck of the Hesperus |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...I love Longfellow |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Thats weird...I totally didn't put that smiley face there.... Last edited by KtIrish 06-09-2010 at 11:05:31 PM |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...I have to go check that one out, and then come back and try an |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...On a scale from one to ten, this got a nine by the readers on poemhunter. |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Tell me not, in mournful numbers, |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Jumping into the middle of this flowing stream, I just want to add my two cents' worth: |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...At least we three agree........................ |
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RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...I love this one so much that I can't just post a stanza. |
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RE: RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Kt, Last edited by cousinsoren 06-13-2010 at 11:38:01 PM |
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RE: RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Kt, |
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RE: RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Quote: Originally Posted by gogant At least we three agree........................ Lines such as these from, A Summer Day By The Sea, have had an influence on some of my poems… From the dim headlands many a light-house gleams, The street-lamps of the ocean; and behold, O'erhead the banners of the night unfold; The day hath passed into the land of dreams. What an expansive metaphor! Just imagine, "the street lamps of the ocean" ! |
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RE: RE: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...A poet's poet...Quote: Originally Posted by gogant At least we three agree........................ Lines such as these from, A Summer Day By The Sea, have had an influence on some of my poems… From the dim headlands many a light-house gleams, The street-lamps of the ocean; and behold, O'erhead the banners of the night unfold; The day hath passed into the land of dreams. What an expansive metaphor! Just imagine, "the street lamps of the ocean" ! |
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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