I know Stevie Smith's 'Not Waving, But Drowning' ---
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
2006-12-04 10:07:49 · 15 answers · asked by Don't Tickle Elmo 2 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
Say the word and you'll be free
Say the word and you'll be like me
Say the word I'm thinking of
Have you heard, the WORD is LOVE
It's so fine, it's sunshine
The word is love!
By: John Lennon and Paul McCartney
2006-12-04 10:16:44 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I had to memorize this in 7th grade.
Abu Ben Adam,may his tribe increase
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace
And saw, within the moonlight of his room
Making it rich, like a lily in bloom
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Abu Ben Adam bold
And to the presence in his room he said
' What writest thou?'
The vision raised its head
And with a look of all sweet accord Answered:
'The names of those who love the Lord.
'And is mine one?' said Abu.
'Nay not so' Replied the Angel
Abu spoke more low
But cheerily still and said
'I pray thee then Write me as one that loves his fellow-men'
The angel wrote and vanished.
The next night it came again with awaking light
And showed the names of whom love of God had blessed.
And lo! Ben Adam's name led all the rest.
2006-12-04 18:10:32 · answer #2 · answered by redunicorn 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Aphrodite did not bless her
She knows this, and cries herself to sleep
Will she ever be loved?
Her hair is a mess
Her eyes are stained with tears
Her body is not perfect
And her voice is not of an angel
Will she ever love?
Deep down she has hope
But you would never guess
Aphrodite did not bless her
She knows this, and cries herself to sleep
Bnp.
2006-12-04 18:10:27 · answer #3 · answered by Indiana Jonas 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
In Flanders Fields and The Owl and Pussycat
2006-12-04 18:17:16 · answer #4 · answered by sunnymommy 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The Jabberwocky, By Lewiss Carrol. Are you asking a question, or simply bragging that you can recite a poem? I am confused?
2006-12-04 18:10:05 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
O' Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman
2006-12-04 18:16:36 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
In Flander's fields
2006-12-04 18:26:22 · answer #7 · answered by judy_r8 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I’m really not kidding,
So who’ll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any
One kid that will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?
Written by: Shel Silverstein
2006-12-04 18:12:32 · answer #8 · answered by KeeCee 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋
hear i sit all broken hearted, tried to sh#t but only farted. Then one day i took a chance, tried to fart and sh#t my pants. I found this written on a port a potty in Iraq.
2006-12-04 18:12:23 · answer #9 · answered by sport_bike_rider79 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋
"on first looking into chapmans homer" by john keats.non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno cynarae" by ernest dowson.ps-yeah,im a geek.....
2006-12-04 18:16:57 · answer #10 · answered by Lyn K 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋