The Unknown
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 |
| My Jesus is good to me | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| A paler remembrance | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| WhyIDon'tKnow | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Anticipating love | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| When I see u tears come into my eyes | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| TheThemeOfLov e |
0 | 06/03/2009 |
| I fell In........... ...... |
0 | 11/20/2008 |
| The Witness | 2 | 11/11/2008 |
| The Unknown(Revis ed) |
1 | 11/11/2008 |
| Why to Rush! | 0 | 11/01/2008 |
| The Witness | 0 | 11/01/2008 |
| The Unknown | 0 | 10/28/2008 |
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