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I think it's more analogical or something :)
I love the Duncan Campbell Scott poem, though L6 made me stumble when he wrote "ruth". After googling a bit "(adj) ruthful - feeling or expressing pain or sorrow for sins or offenses"... https://www.finedictionary.com/ruthful.html
"Hudson tells us of them," - Leslie Norris Hudson's Geese
https://newcriterion.com/issues/1985...onrsquos-geese
re: "ruth"- I didn´t notice the word. It seems to be British English.
https://www.collinsdictionary.com/di...y/english/ruth
"Hudson tells us of them," sad story
"I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job;" Bottle-O! by Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton)
Enjoyed :)
"Jealous girls these sometimes were," - Robert Herrick How Marigolds Came Yellow....
https://www.public-domain-poetry.com...e-yellow-18902
Lol!
"Kind reader, tarry here, nor miss" The Minneapolis Case by James Williams
"The wearer must have been a "human,""... lol !
"Look at my knees," - Robert Graves (1895–1985) I Wonder What it Feels Like to be Drowned?...
https://poets.org/poem/i-wonder-what...els-be-drowned
Enjoyed the original take!
"May is Building Her House". May is building her house by Richard Le Gallienne
"May is Building Her House
May is building her house. With apple blossoms
She is roofing over the glimmering rooms;
Of the oak and the beech hath she builded its beams,
And, spinning all day at her secret looms,
With arras of leaves each wind-swayed wall
She pictureth over, and peopleth it all
With echoes and dreams,
And singing of streams.
May is building her house. Of petal and blade,
Of the roots of the oak is the flooring made,
With a carpet of mosses and lichen and clover,
Each small miracle over and over,
And tender, traveling green things strayed.
Her windows, the morning and evening star,
And her rustling doorways, ever ajar
With the coming and going
Of fair things blowing,
The thresholds of the four winds are.
May is building her house. From the dust of things
She is making the songs and the flowers and the wings;
From October's tossed and trodden gold
She is making the young year out of the old;
Yea! out of winter's flying sleet
She is making all the summer sweet,
And the brown leaves spurned of November's feet
She is changing back again to spring's."
Richard Le Gallienne
Wonderful poem :)
"Making the global village" - Shofi Ahmed Live Your Imaginaton...
https://hellopoetry.com/tag/make/
Set me thinking!
"Not the light of the long blue Summer," October by Alice Cary
https://www.litscape.com/author/Alice_Cary/October.html
Nice poem ! Googled Alice Cary and found out her younger sister was also a poet :)
"O child of beauty rare --" - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Holy Family...
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_W..._9/Holy_Family
re: The Cary sisters. A sort of American Brontë sisters?
"Piping down the valleys wild,". Introduction to the Songs of Innocence by William Blake
https://www.theotherpages.org/poems/...3.html#blossom
Sweet poem :)
"Quarantine O quarantine" - Manuel May 2020 Ode to Quarantine...
https://hellopoetry.com/tag/quarantine/
Found also:
"Kvothe Dec 2020
Post-covid walk
Quick,
quit your cage of crystal screens,
the virus here has came and been.
Seek trees with vines in times of need,
and see Sol
speckle kisses
on crisp new leaves."
""Rain and rain! And rain and rain!" We To Sigh Instead of Sing by James W. Riley
https://www.public-domain-poetry.com...-of-sing-29186
"Kvothe Dec 2020
Post-covid walk"... Incredible poem for these times ! Enjoyed "We To Sigh Instead of Sing" very much too :)
"She charges her ankle bracelet // from the kitchen chair" - Christopher Soto SOMEWHERE IN LOS ANGELES] THIS POEM IS NEEDED...
https://aprweb.org/poems/somewhere-i...poem-is-needed
Very original and interesting!
The Divine Image (In "Songs of Innocence")
William Blake
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk, or jew;
Where Mercy, Love, & Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
https://www.theotherpages.org/poems/...3.html#blossom
Great poem !
"utterly and amusingly i am pash" - e.e. cummings: This poem was first published as Sonnets—Actualities IV...
https://cummings.ee/book/and/poem/so...ctualities-iv/