More poetry that isn’t pretentious and a waste of time…
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A Time to Talk
By Robert Frost
Robert Lee Frost (1874-1963)
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
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You Fit Into Me
By Margaret Atwood
Margaret Eleanor Atwood (b. 1939)
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
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The People Upstairs
By Ogden Nash
Frederic Ogden Nash (1902-1971)
The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I would love the people upstairs wondrous
If instead of above us, they just lived under us.
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Grown-Up
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
Was it for this I uttered prayers
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
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Another
By Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
Here a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies:
Pray be silent, and not stir
Th’ easy earth that covers her.
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Lovely, I’ve been a huge fan of all, except Atwood, Atwood is just bluntly lazy, in my view.
I can’t say I disagree. The truth is, this whole suck-doesn’t-suck factor is a really subjective thing.
I wouldn’t say any of them suck, all of them have great works. I was talking about the specific fish hook composition. It seems lazy to me, but maybe, just me.