STOP THE WORLD
Seal up the sun.
Dull the brightness of its gold!
I want no more of it.
Scratch out the eyes of night
so blind stars will plummet to the Earth.
Punished in the corner of unrequited love,
I am small and insignificant.
Only the dunce cap coning on my head
says a fool sits here.
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| BUT WHEN I OPENED MY EYES | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| DO NOT QUESTION LOVE | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| LOVE REMAINS ENIGMA | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
| TO THE MEMORY OF FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| SORCERY | 3 | 07/27/2009 |
| I AM THE BLADES OF SUMMER GRASS | 1 | 07/27/2009 |
| STOP THE WORLD | 0 | 07/27/2009 |
| FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY COMPLACENCY | 0 | 07/26/2009 |
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