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Comment 3 of 13, added on January 20th, 2005 at 4:31 PM.
I am reading this poem tomorrow for a friend. She's in the hospital dying
of cancer and a co-worker is making a tape for her. I felt it appropriate
for someone who by her grace and selflessness has made many friends & given
many gifts. I hope she understands all the gifts that she's given up &
that we'll still reap when she's gone.
Ronay from United States
Comment 2 of 13, added on December 21st, 2004 at 8:01 PM.
Heh, I just rearranged some of the lines from a few of Robert Frost's poem
and came up with this...
Winter Song
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
One towards a house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
The other in leaves no step has trodden black.
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
I went down the hill along the path
To the right,
Towards the house.
I halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
Admittedly, it was an eloquence so soft, like
A flower unplucked, left to the falling.
I had to stop and lift my face,
And see the bird with an angelic gift,
Crying as the gauntlet of winter clasped firm about the leaves
No step has trodden black.
Jake
Comment 1 of 13, added on November 13th, 2004 at 6:39 PM.
I can appreciate this poem. I'm looking forward to reading some more.
Nina from United States
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I am reading this poem tomorrow for a friend. She's in the hospital dying
of cancer and a co-worker is making a tape for her. I felt it appropriate
for someone who by her grace and selflessness has made many friends & given
many gifts. I hope she understands all the gifts that she's given up &
that we'll still reap when she's gone.
Ronay from United States