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[title] => Reading Seasons
[time] => 2011-04-03 00:43:05
[hometext] => For The Love Of A Good Poem
[bodytext] => .................................. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. " ~Carl Sandburg .................................. He was reading Ezra Pound When Autumn came to town. The Sea Farer had found her song, And her battle seemed so very long He had not noticed the leaves Had started changing their colors, He did not feel the Crisp of Autumn in the air. He did not hear the Autumn song The birds were singing. He was far too busy Reading Ezra there. He was reading Robert Frost When Winter peered around. Her wisp of wind toying With the Autumn leaves That fall had scattered Through his town. He had not noticed the touch Of frost that clung to The window pane. Nor the biting chill That haunted both the Fog and freezing rain. He was reading Yeats When Spring touched her Lonesome breath upon his door. He hadn't noticed how she Warmed the sky, Nor wanted more. He was drawn by the island dreams, And by the enamelled sea, Which William Butler Yeats Discribed so cleverly. He did not concern himself With showers Spring had Sent his way. He was far too consumed Within his mind The thoughts of Yeats today. When Summer rumbled in He was reading Edgar Allan Poe, And had not noticed gentle Spring Had melted all the fallen snow. Poe was with his Helen, Who's Naiad airs had brought him home To Greece's divine glory, And all the grandeur of Rome. He did not care his night would thunder, Or that lightning spiderwebbed his sky. He noticed not the cutting July breeze, Nor heard the wanting cry Of the Meadowlark, or Nightingale, Nor the specter of evens glow. Nothing mattered more to him When he was reading Poe. ................................. Copyright © 2011 R. D. Remler All Rights Reserved [comments] => 1 [counter] => 122 [topic] => 31 [informant] => NightOwl61 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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