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Comment 9 of 49, added on March 10th, 2006 at 8:23 AM.
This poem reminds me of the fluffy white bunnies that rome wildly among the
hills of the African desert. This is were they reproduce with the dolphins
and the Dodu birds and as they feed in paridise Among all of the kings men.
Stevens from United States
Comment 8 of 49, added on March 6th, 2006 at 2:08 PM.
I think the poem was about two old people having sex in a public restroom.
And how the immorality of sex will last for ever!
Cory from United States
Comment 7 of 49, added on February 21st, 2006 at 2:58 PM.
The think that Ezra implies that the people relish love and little more.
Even though loves pass and great deeds are remembered he still chooses love
and that is the immoral decision. That's my take...
jdog 1040 from United States
Comment 6 of 49, added on September 18th, 2005 at 4:10 AM.
Interesting title; perhaps it bespeaks a Calvinistic upbringing? Any'ow,
glad to see that a man who was sent out of his country for his political
views is now acclaimed after the wave of pre-McCarthyism dissipated on the
rocks of common-sense. Sing we for love ...
Neil Marsh from Australia
Comment 5 of 49, added on May 14th, 2005 at 5:00 PM.
It sounds like more of a love poem to me. The following lines:
"And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing."
is, in my oppinion, anyway, saying that despite the fact that life is
evanescent, despite the fact that a love with eventually fade or die, he
would still rather have love than "immortality" for a great and final deed
on the battlefield (the reference to Hungary; the man lived through both
World Wars)
Carey N. from United States
Comment 4 of 49, added on April 3rd, 2005 at 9:48 PM.
It's a bit cynical but cut's through the crud to the point. People donate
money to flaunt there wealth and make people think better of them. I also
thinks when he mentions the dieing rose he's talking about people that
might leave flowers at a grave or protest but not do really do anything. He
won't hide behind charades, instead he admits he'd rather not spend his
wealth on something he doesn't care about.
Slidth from United States
Comment 3 of 49, added on March 13th, 2005 at 9:42 PM.
I like the truthful, gut-wrenching honesty
of Pound. This poem speaks to the essence
of living deep within the self.
Susan from United States
Comment 2 of 49, added on January 17th, 2005 at 9:24 PM.
I thought it was an excellent poem. I thought it grasped the reader quickly
and kept your attention... throughtout.
Angela from Canada
Comment 1 of 49, added on October 14th, 2004 at 1:28 PM.
cool poemy
Miyuki from United States
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This poem reminds me of the fluffy white bunnies that rome wildly among the
hills of the African desert. This is were they reproduce with the dolphins
and the Dodu birds and as they feed in paridise Among all of the kings men.
Stevens from United States