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Post by Bara on Dec 20, 2013 14:23:59 GMT -5
I know we've done this before - let's do it again. This is a poem my mother and I chanted, arm-in-arm, when we were lost, the first time we went to London. NEXT! ingeb.org/songs/jamesjam.html |
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Post by niaru on Dec 22, 2013 15:35:45 GMT -5
Pomes! Pommes? I love the local Honeycrisps  |
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Post by Bara on Dec 23, 2013 4:19:45 GMT -5
Sigh. You are the apple of my eye, Claire.
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Post by adcooper on Dec 23, 2013 22:46:24 GMT -5
Well, how about Freddy Tennyson--
The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Post by Bara on Dec 24, 2013 2:46:22 GMT -5
Ah, but do you think 'Snow White' came from Alf - or did Alf steal from the fairy tale?
I think you like this particularly because it refers to The Babe. I thought the host of golden daffodils was your favourite?
I still love 'The Highwayman'. Where's Claire? You posted a super French pome last time we did this.
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