Comment 5 of 5, added on December 21st, 2014 at 7:06 PM.
JaDM4U I have not checked in here for some time as I thought it was getting
boring, but the last few posts are great quality so I guess I will add you
back to my daily bloglist. You deserve it my friend :)
Comment 4 of 5, added on January 2nd, 2012 at 11:22 PM.
What a great resuroce this text is.
Comment 3 of 5, added on December 27th, 2005 at 10:25 PM.
A typo: The alcoholic arrives with his GOLF clubs, not gold clubs.
Husnu from United States
Comment 2 of 5, added on February 26th, 2005 at 5:37 PM.
i think that donkeys are funny, and this poem had nothing to do with
donkeys, so that is disrespectful.
Comment 1 of 5, added on February 17th, 2005 at 7:01 PM.
This poem holds such significance to me - and I am currently doing an
analysis of it. But my personal thoughts -
"Because there was no other place/
to flee to,/
I came back to the scene of the disordered senses," - I, too know this
feeling. Having been hospitalized seven times this year - finally long
term, I know the feeling of returning to "the scene of the disordered
"for this is a mental hospital,/
not a child's game" - Oh, how well I know this, and how few outsiders can
"meanwhile an adolescent pads up and down/
the hall in his white tennis socks." - I have been that adolescent. Too
Six years of such small preoccupations!
Six years of shuttling in and out of this place!
from United States