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Poet: e.e. cummings
Poem: in time of daffodils
Comment 11 of 11, added on April 27th, 2006 at 9:54 AM.
"the goal of living is to grow", when done living, when done growing- when ready for Him and His coming
this poem reminds me of Isaiah 40:
6b All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.
Ioanna from United States
Comment 10 of 11, added on April 22nd, 2006 at 6:03 PM.
to me, this poem is giving life lessons. the first one that the daffodil gives is to grow. he doesn't mean grow up or grow taller, he means to grow emotionally. To learn, to grow in who we are so we can become the best person we can be. to be beautiful, like flowers! :]
shelley from United States
Comment 9 of 11, added on December 7th, 2005 at 10:00 PM.
This poem is put to song by Chantaclear and is an astounding piece of music and performance. I think e.e. is telling us what is important to focus on while we live, and that at time of death when time "from time will shall set us free" we will face the mystery of beyond. We hope we will be remembered, but think of it, most of us will be forgotten. Fans of e.e. find the Chanteclear recording, you will not be disappointed.
Mary Weddig from United States
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"the goal of living is to grow", when done living, when done growing- when ready for Him and His coming
this poem reminds me of Isaiah 40:
6b All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.
Ioanna from United States