The Music Box
A child’s music
box, painted in gold and dust
is left to the flies
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
DansLaNuit’s Poems (14)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Echoes | 1 | 12/29/2009 |
| Love, or So I Thought | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| Perfection | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| F.A.G. | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| The Lover and the Locust | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| His Plaid Shirt | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| The Music Box | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| Shining | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| My Muse is a Boy | 1 | 12/29/2009 |
| I Witnessed a Drowning | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
| My Great Escape | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| Asleep | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| Desperation | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| The Midnight Hour | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
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