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10th June 2008, 06:36 PM
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Poet of the Week
Poetry is quite widely acknowledged as the Queen of Literature.
Like all queens are mysterious, misunderstood and they take your breath away. However, who is a good queen and who is not here is a matter of intense subjectivity.
Let us use this thread to share with each other who, in our opinon, are poets who attracted us and what is it about their works that makes them special to us.
மூவா? முதல்வா! இனியெம்மைச் சோரேலே
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10th June 2008 06:36 PM
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10th June 2008, 06:40 PM
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PR
My suggestion is, Lets take one poet per week and post some of their good works. Lets try to appreciate /analyse them.
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10th June 2008, 06:41 PM
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interesting ... :P
there was a poem in my 5th grade English book...somebody's mother. That was the first english poem I read/ liked
Somebody's mother - Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)
"The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.
The street was wet with a recent snow
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eyes.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way.
Nor offered a helping hand to her -
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."
Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow,
"And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
"If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away."
And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was "God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"
courtesy http://www.potw.org/archive/potw135.html
cant really think of many poems
Anbe Sivam
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10th June 2008, 06:42 PM
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Originally Posted by
Shakthiprabha
PR
My suggestion is, Lets take one poet per week and post some of their good works. Lets try to appreciate /analyse them.
Yup ! That is why I titled it Poet of the Week.
I invite you to start.
மூவா? முதல்வா! இனியெம்மைச் சோரேலே
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10th June 2008, 06:50 PM
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Thanks pr. I shall do the next week. Now that crazy has started u can change ur title to 'Mary dow brine'. And lets share if we have any works of hers which we love to share.
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10th June 2008, 06:51 PM
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10th June 2008, 06:53 PM
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My thoughts on this poem
When I was newly wed, there was an uncle who stayed opposite to our house. He voluntarily used to come home and take me out to post office, banks and other important places (within 10 days of my shifting).
When I thanked him he said
"You are like my daughter, when I help someone's child, I take the role of her father, I feel I am helping my daughter. I am sure somewhere...someone would take my place and help my daughter too"
"ஊரார் பிள்ளையை ஊட்டி வளர்த்தால் தன் பிள்ளை தானே வளரும்"
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11th June 2008, 09:04 AM
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Exactly! Generally in all our altruistic acts there is this subconscious desire/expectation that we will be paid back in our own coin.
The poem quoted by Crazy is beautifully simple & sincere, silently spreading a message of aiming to be a good samaritan.
Eager to watch the trends of the world & to nurture in the youth who carry the future world on their shoulders a right sense of values.
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11th June 2008, 09:35 AM
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can i digress a little and kind of change the poet for a while
i have a research paper due for my literature class.
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11th June 2008, 12:04 PM
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Ok. Let's have it this way. Someone can start off with proposing a poet and proceed to quote the impressive poems. Each poem can be followed by an analysis - we'll try and stop short of the regular academic post-morterm but need not hesitate to paraphrase/interpret and what not. After all, the aim of the thread is to share. Hubbers are encouraged to go off on tangents of nostalgia and anecdotes as sparked by the poets.
We shall proceed this way till we move on to the next poem of the poet or even the poet. With obeisance to the patron saints of indiscipline I would like to assure that we need not take the 'week' very seriously. We could go on as long as the contents demands and permit. I think history has never had a short-supply souls who have made it a point to churn out poems in numbers such that it would we'd have enough cud to chew for a week.One can expect as inevitable cross references and re-opening of 'past'-discussed poets.
Start ....
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