Comment 3 of 13, added on May 24th, 2005 at 2:33 PM.
Neat little poem. I've written better on the 2c pages of my book in my
spare time, however.
Don't think I'm boasting. I did not mean to be offensive to anyone, namely
the author, alive or dead that she is.
I must say that it is most impressive to someone with no linguistical
training but I saw, upon eye and paper contact, that in these passages in
which the poem is relayed, several betrayals of a certain character flaw
which I have seen many a time in my students, that flaw I dare not mention
here, as it is more of a disorder than a characteristic flaw.
Considering All Due Respects,
Professor S. W. Freemonte, MDS, Ph.D
Prof. S. W. Freemonte, MDS, Ph.D from Egypt
Comment 2 of 13, added on November 14th, 2004 at 2:34 PM.
Love has betrayed this poet.
Her thoughts are focused on the possibility of doom, and her tears are
filled with so much emotion, they burn.
Love once her friend, has turned like the wind and now fills her with
wonder to her fate. She physically shows her discomfort.
Yet despite all, her heart is still young and fresh, and will have the
opportunity to overcome one day.
from United States
Comment 1 of 13, added on October 3rd, 2004 at 8:27 AM.
The poetess is spending a bad-tempered night. She is in a really bad mood!
All the surrounding things are sour and acetic. Her wormy thoughtful
thoughts are bitterer and sallower than the most rotten wine colour. Her
crabbed thoughts are pouring out tears of reddish blood.The wind, too, is
against her:it goes on blowing caustically throughtout the long unslept
night till dawn. The long restless night has deepened and dug the pucker on
her sour-moon-like-face.Now she is leaning and bending over her young heart
like an early green summer sour plum drooping from its weak delicate stem!
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