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Comment 4 of 4, added on May 16th, 2008 at 8:35 AM.
I agree. It is a wonderful poem. I was in Language Arts today when my
teacher shared it with us (luckily, just for fun, or I might not like it).
When I heard it, I immediately understood. A classmate said that she
couldn't get it, but I did right away. I love this poem now. It has calmed
my heart. Before, I wondered whether I was a good person. I was unsure if I
loved my parents or not. But this poem affirmed that I did. It showed me
that the lonely pain they give me at times was because I love them, not
because I was a monster whom they did not love nor I love them. No, it
proved otherwise, and I am joyous.
Heero
Comment 3 of 4, added on January 28th, 2005 at 2:27 PM.
Well, unless the 2003-2004 poet lauriate of the US plagerized the very well
known John Donne then I think that it is HIGHLY unlikely that this is his
poem because I own Ararat by L. Gluck and it is in fact the last poem, page
68. This also does not sound a BIT like John Donne, for the record....
Carolynn from United States
Comment 2 of 4, added on January 22nd, 2005 at 7:57 PM.
I am very disappointed to see such ignorance,especially when it comes to
the work of such a great poet,I guess the individual whom wrote the first
comment never stopped to think that This poem may have only been published
on this site in 1990However,My thoughts I this Poem were so moving,that it
almost brought a tear to my eyejust at the first reading,I hope to find and
read many more of his works,this poem also touched on many personal levels
and I was proud to have been able to read it,Thank-you.
Sheryl Crimp from Canada
Comment 1 of 4, added on January 22nd, 2005 at 3:56 AM.
John Donne (1572 - 1631) date of birth and death to left. He did not write
this poem.
Louise Glück published this poem 1990 (Ararat), bit impossible for Donne to
have written it in 1990 being dead several hundred years.
Cassi from United States
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I agree. It is a wonderful poem. I was in Language Arts today when my
teacher shared it with us (luckily, just for fun, or I might not like it).
When I heard it, I immediately understood. A classmate said that she
couldn't get it, but I did right away. I love this poem now. It has calmed
my heart. Before, I wondered whether I was a good person. I was unsure if I
loved my parents or not. But this poem affirmed that I did. It showed me
that the lonely pain they give me at times was because I love them, not
because I was a monster whom they did not love nor I love them. No, it
proved otherwise, and I am joyous.
Heero