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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. The mute green ferns That list in pots With no flowers Behind dirty windows . . . When you speak to them Use no loud words For they are past being impressed By exclamations Those great storms you know Have for them blown out long ago To conclude with the usual epilogue All sums done equal zero What they are now is not the air Or whatever we might deem actual Marrows of empty avenues Vacant lawns The features Within their darkened rooms Which offer no opinion On anything in particular Finally . . . rendering everything To a single stare . |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
why I imagine a humble,decent man? Artist can draw a master piece based this poem. beautiful and enjoyed it |
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Rottiestyl Member
since 2007-04-19
Posts 60Illinois, USA |
That first stanza was small and amazing. What an instant picture it formed. I agree with my fellow reviewer, A mournful painting could be born from this. NICE JOB! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I'm glad this came back up though I read it before and didn't comment, I needed to be reminded to speak softly |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Huan Yi .... I especially like the first two verses. They can almost stand alone. Bob |
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