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    Forgive my chiming in.
    Lol... thank you for your contribution... please drop in any time

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    You are welcome !
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    Quote Originally Posted by tailor STATELY View Post


    Walter de la Mare's poem is quite enigmatic. I found a critique of "The Listeners" that opened more questions than resolved...
    https://www.litbug.com/2021/08/14/th...-and-analysis/

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    He seems to me as a supernaturalistic poet. Some of his poems are considered to be written for children, but they do not sound to me like it. They are just full of symbilistic meanings, like

    Someone



    by Walter de la Mare



    Someone came knocking
    At my wee, small door;
    Someone came knocking,
    I'm sure sure sure;
    I listened, I opened,
    I looked to left and right,
    But nought there was a-stirring
    In the still, dark night;
    Only the busy beetle
    Tap-tapping in the wall,
    Only from the forest
    The screech owl's call,
    Only the cricket whistling
    While the dewdrops fall,
    So I know not who came knocking,
    At all, at all, at all.

    I, simply, adore his style. But, again... maybe I am childish... LOL

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    A poem of this genre is one of my favorites...

    Antigonish - Hughes Mearns

    Yesterday, upon the stair,
    I met a man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    I wish, I wish he'd go away...

    When I came home last night at three
    The man was waiting there for me
    But when I looked around the hall
    I couldn't see him there at all!
    Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
    Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door... (slam!)

    Last night I saw upon the stair
    A little man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    Oh, how I wish he'd go away...

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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    Quote Originally Posted by tailor STATELY View Post
    A poem of this genre is one of my favorites...

    Antigonish - Hughes Mearns

    Yesterday, upon the stair,
    I met a man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    I wish, I wish he'd go away...

    When I came home last night at three
    The man was waiting there for me
    But when I looked around the hall
    I couldn't see him there at all!
    Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
    Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door... (slam!)

    Last night I saw upon the stair
    A little man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    Oh, how I wish he'd go away...

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
    tailor
    tailor, "You are talking my language!"


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    The Road Not Taken
    By Robert Frost

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

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    Great poem... I read it often

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
    tailor
    tailor

    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    I also love this poem
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    Seaside Golf

    How straight it flew, how long it flew,
    It clear'd the rutty track
    And soaring, disappeared from view
    Beyond the bunker's back -
    A glorious, sailing, bounding drive
    That made me glad I was alive.


    And down the fairway, far along
    It glowed a lonely white;
    I played an iron sure and strong
    And clipp'd it out of sight,
    And spite of grassy banks between
    I knew I'd find it on the green.


    And so I did.
    It lay content
    Two paces from the pin;
    A steady putt and then it went
    Oh, most surely in.

    The very turf rejoiced to see
    That quite unprecedented three.


    Ah! Seaweed smells from sandy caves
    And thyme and mist in whiffs,
    In-coming tide, Atlantic waves
    Slapping the sunny cliffs,
    Lark song and sea sounds in the air
    And splendour, splendour everywhere.


    Written by John Betjeman

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    Ah, golf. I knew the game as a child as a caddy for my Father that took us on early morning jaunts here and there throughout Washington State and California. He was a fabulous golfer who shared the name of a professional player of the same era, as do I. I never took the game seriously, in fact never played a complete round until I purchased a home nestled near the 7th green of a golf course in of all places "just above Paradise", now a fire ravaged recovering community. Still, I know the highs and lows of the game and can appreciate Betjeman's poem. In my research I found Betjeman's poem coupled with another poem that more nearly reflects my short playing days, albeit not blessed with a seaside aspect... https://www.bridgeinthebox.co.uk/a-wretched-game/

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
    tailor
    tailor

    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    Thanks, tailor. Nice memories. Try again.
    I myself do not see much fun when I watch it on TV, except for spending nice time in nice nature with nice people ...


    Brilliance of Rosetta Stone

    Meaningless squiggles and wiggles
    Noted for decades
    Without collaborated meaning

    Rosetta Stone discovered at last
    The missing correlation
    Brilliance of a Wise mind

    Ancient abstract squiggles
    Consolidated wiggles
    Revealed under desert sand

    Proof of ones or ones
    Who cared and dared shared
    Translation key to the world.

    - Caren Krutsinger


    (PS Is there an error to say: "Proof of ones or ones", instead: "Proof of one or ones"?)

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