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Comment 10 of 10, added on April 26th, 2006 at 11:20 PM.
This poem touched our hearts, we will always remember this poem and take it
to our graves.
sam and oliver from Australia
Comment 9 of 10, added on December 21st, 2005 at 12:52 PM.
great...arousing and stimulating
Chester from United States
Comment 8 of 10, added on December 21st, 2005 at 12:51 PM.
great...very arousing and stimulating...really gets me going
Chester from United States
Comment 7 of 10, added on October 27th, 2005 at 4:05 AM.
thanks to you, dai, for the hint at the middle-english poem!! guess this
will help for "The Seafarer", as well...
Judith from Germany
Comment 6 of 10, added on September 2nd, 2005 at 2:29 PM.
Do you have any comments, criticism, paraphrasis or analysis of this poem
that you feel would assist other visitors in understanding this poem
better? If they are accepted, they will be added to this page of American
Poems. Together we can build a wealth of information, but it will take some
discipline and determination.
ali from India
Comment 5 of 10, added on May 31st, 2005 at 6:49 PM.
It may not make sense to you, but that's because of your limited knowledge
of Imagism. Pound is obviously a genius when it comes to such poetry. If
not, how could he translate his poems to such a difficult text?
Chris from United States
Comment 4 of 10, added on January 12th, 2005 at 9:32 AM.
of a middle-english summer poem. It makes perfect sense if you can get
through some of the middle english phrases. Here is the original poem and a
translation.
Text:
1.
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!
2.
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lhouth after calve cu
Bulloc sterteth, bucke ferteth.
Murie sing, cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes thu, cuccu.
Ne swik thu naver nu!
Sing cuccu nu, sing cuccu!
Sing cuccu nu, sing cuccu!
Translation:
Spring has come in
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
Grows the seed and blooms the meadow
And the woods springs now
Sing, cuckoo! 5
The ewe bleats after the lamb
The calf lows after the cow
The bull leaps, the buck leaps, twisting.
Merrily sing, cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, 10
Well sing you, cuckoo.
Nor cease you ever now!
Sing cuckoo now, sing cuckoo!
Sing cuckoo now, sing cuckoo!
dai from United States
Comment 3 of 10, added on December 19th, 2004 at 3:23 PM.
This guy makes absolutely no sense, if i write down the first thing that
came to my head it would make a better poem than any one hes ever made. It
amazes my how some who makes no sense can get so much attention but then
again that's probably why he gets attention.
anonymous from United States
Comment 2 of 10, added on October 24th, 2004 at 3:56 AM.
well, I think it's the parody on the Old English song 'summer is icummen'
or something like that. but then Mr. Pound was more depressed, and not as
happy as his old english ancesters
heleen from Netherlands
Comment 1 of 10, added on October 14th, 2004 at 10:30 AM.
hmmmm... i wonder just what this poem is trying to say. maybe hes really
mad or highly excited about something. I do know that that is a surefire
way to go to hell.
mitchell oliver from United States
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This poem touched our hearts, we will always remember this poem and take it
to our graves.
sam and oliver from Australia