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Comment 4 of 4, added on June 6th, 2006 at 7:17 AM.
The Abduction
When a Halley’s Comet was Passing Through
The Layers after the Last Dynasty
At that End of Summer, Father and Son
The Dark and the Fair
Sitting in the Long Boat in the King of the River
Quarreling over the Science of the Night
At that night, the Portrait of Hornworm:
Autumn Lamentation was the Single Vision
The Round Trip of the Long Boat came to where
The two Snakes of the September
Dangling head-down, entwined in a brazen love-knot
In the Testing-tree
Believe it or not
They were the Master and Mistress
Seeing that, An Old Cracked Tune rose
Between the Father and Son
Peter from United States
Comment 3 of 4, added on September 9th, 2005 at 8:37 AM.
This poem rocks If every poem was like this the world would be
awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Go Bears!!!!!!!!!!
Billy Bob
Comment 2 of 4, added on April 21st, 2005 at 4:54 PM.
I think this poem is rellay good and that every one should read poetry
because it good way of expressing out your feelings.So that is what I
technically think. Have a nice day.
Cristina Banuelos from United States
Comment 1 of 4, added on March 23rd, 2005 at 4:29 PM.
This is a poem by a man who so deeply loves another that he feels a sense
of loss when she slips away from him, into sleep. She enters realms of
otherness, other existences, apart from him. He cannot be where she goes
when she sleeps, any more than he can go back in time to know her before
they came together. He waits for her return, knowing he cannot have her as
completely as he wants; it is this separateness that he is aaddressing.
Judy Robinson from United States
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The Abduction
When a Halley’s Comet was Passing Through
The Layers after the Last Dynasty
At that End of Summer, Father and Son
The Dark and the Fair
Sitting in the Long Boat in the King of the River
Quarreling over the Science of the Night
At that night, the Portrait of Hornworm:
Autumn Lamentation was the Single Vision
The Round Trip of the Long Boat came to where
The two Snakes of the September
Dangling head-down, entwined in a brazen love-knot
In the Testing-tree
Believe it or not
They were the Master and Mistress
Seeing that, An Old Cracked Tune rose
Between the Father and Son
Peter from United States