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Array ( [sid] => 54044 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => No More [time] => 2004-06-28 19:14:02 [hometext] => After reading T. S. Eliot's 'the WasteLand' I started to think about what a waste land would be from a different perspective. Also, there are two allusions in this poem, see if you can figure what they are and to what peices of literature they refer. [bodytext] => Look; what do you see?
A land once loved, green and fair, lies scorched and barren.
(Never to return to beauty; no, beauty is gone)
Boiling blood drowns once crowded streets.
(Never walked again; no, the feet are stopped)
Once clear streams are stilled, stagnant in their filth.
(Never to flow again; no, they are choked)
Tall strong trees are gone and dead.
(Never to grow again; no, no chance to return)
Gentle beasts have fled or died in fruitless struggle.
(Never to grow again; no, no more life)
All actors have left the stage.
(Never to fret again; no, the play is over)
No more tears, no more laughter, no more love.
Nothing, Nothing, Nothing
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No More

Contributed by MLCstar on Monday, 28th June 2004 @ 07:14:02 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Look; what do you see?
A land once loved, green and fair, lies scorched and barren.
(Never to return to beauty; no, beauty is gone)
Boiling blood drowns once crowded streets.
(Never walked again; no, the feet are stopped)
Once clear streams are stilled, stagnant in their filth.
(Never to flow again; no, they are choked)
Tall strong trees are gone and dead.
(Never to grow again; no, no chance to return)
Gentle beasts have fled or died in fruitless struggle.
(Never to grow again; no, no more life)
All actors have left the stage.
(Never to fret again; no, the play is over)
No more tears, no more laughter, no more love.
Nothing, Nothing, Nothing

Copyright © MLCstar ... [ 2004-06-28 19:14:02]
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Re: No More (User Rating: 1 )
by Opinionator on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 03:23:36 PM AEST
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I enjoyed this poem but I don't know where you get Eliot from it. My advise, just do your own work and don't try to copy others. I still like it though. You are extremely talented.

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