First of all, thank you very much for your kind words to my post. Secondly, I wish I could help you with yours. I will keep a look out, and anything I see that remotely seems like what you are looking for, I’ll send your way:)
i think i have an idea.hold on let me find it
im not sure if i still remember it
from my literature class
Oh, that would be sooo nice! Thank-you!
darn! i can’t remember it.. im so sorry
my mind keeps going back to one of edgar allan poe’s poems
the raven.. but thats way different than what you were describing
Yeah…I know. I keep thinking of “nevermore” too…but no, that’s not even close.
I’m almost certain it was in an art book of some kind, but I sat one day and looked through every single art book in the library, and it isn’t there. But…they sold a bunch of titles a few months ago, so it was probably in one of them.
Or, it was some other kind of book altogether…my memory isn’t the steel trap it used to be. :(
Wow. That’s a cool poem. :) But…not the one I’m looking for. I’ve googled as many things as I could think of, but since I don’t really remember any of the exact words, it’s hard. :(
It was mostly about being creative, and recognizing that artists make their own habitats and create their own realities…only not in those words, you know?
It was just a couple of stanzas -the narrator finds a shiny thing, a crow takes it, he wants it back, and the crow tells him something like “Artist, go make your own” or something like that….
It was an awesome little poem, and I wish I’d copied it when I first read it.
hi dragon and thanks for being so supportive on my post. I’m wondering if the poem you are thinking of is one of Ted Hughes Crow series? I don’t know which one it might specifically be but from what you mention it might be one that fits the bill. (excuse the pun!)
I don’t know. I’ll look him up. :)
I tried looking for it on the web but found a zillion things. But I have an idea:
Do you know at least a complete phrase from the poem? It would help if it is composed of a minimum of three or four words. And thanks for your reply to my post. It does help to realize that there are others who care, even for a perfect stranger. (No, I’m not perfect)
No, I don’t. :( I’ve tried. I really have. I only read the darn thing once, and just thought it was cool…. But later I thought of it again and wanted to buy a copy of it. :(
I’m glad to be able to help you. I have been helped a lot in my life by people who did not know me, and I see this as a tiny repayment. If it weren’t for a few strangers who took the time to listen and care, I probably wouldn’t be alive now. I haven’t forgotten that. :)
you could go to google and type in poems with watever you want in them thats how i found this site!!!!
This account has been deactivated.
I’ve tried. Google doesn’t turn up what I’m looking for.
Hi Dragon Lady,
thanks for your response. I saw my son in jail today. He is OK. The other inmates weren’t the scary, mean, monsters who will further corrupt my son I thought they would be. Yes, in some sick way, this is his rites of passage into manhood. It is hard also to “grow up” and realize mommy and daddy are sick of taking care of our adult tushes, that we cant be Peter Pans forever . . .
About your poem. What comes to mind is that maybe it is an Aesop’s Fable? I don’t know, just a hunch.
Well, thanks again.
Regards,
Anna
have you found it? im looking…
No; I’m trying to get a hold of a copy of the Crow series, but none of the libraries here have it. :(
I don’t want to buy it if it’s not what I’m looking for. :(
can you remember any of the poem? just the odd line or so?
I can’t remember anything beyond the concept. I don’t remember even a single line for sure. :(
can you remember anything about the book? author? name?
Nope. I know the book had nothing to do with poetry.
hmm…anything??? im looking but nothings popping up… ill keep looking
Very close, timste. Kinda that same voice. But in “my” poem, the crow steals the bauble and tells the artist he will have to make one of his own.
Still, I enjoyed reading that site! Thanks for the link. :)
is the poem in first person?
Little-Dreamer-Colle wrote:
is the poem in first person?
Yeah; I think it was.
Little-Dreamer-Colle wrote:
http://crowsperch.blogspot.com/2007/0…
Nope; that’s not it, either. :(
Thanks for looking, though.
where did you get the book in the first place? if it was a library then they might be able to find youre records and tell you…
Yes; I got the book in the library.
But, then our library closed for over a year because they had to find a new building.
Now, the books are all different. The librarian looked through his computer, but couldn’t find out what had been on the shelf before.
I suppose they could tell me what I’ve checked out in the past, but I’d have to be able to give them some reasonable time frame to look at; and I doubt I can do that. I read so much it might still be looking for a needle in a haystack.
It’s not really a big deal. I was just hoping someone might know what it was. It was an awesome poem, and I will forever kick myself for not paying more attention, but it was just one of those things an author includes for the hell of it, and at the time I was more focused on the book’s main subject.
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GB | 2 months, 1 week ago (1 month, 3 weeks after post)
Maybe could it be…
Exile
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands,–
No,–nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’,
And with the day, distance again expands
Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.
Yet love endures, though starving and alone.
A dove’s wings cling about my heart each night
With surging gentleness, and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.
Probably not - but I quite liked this so thought I’d check anyways X
lol
No, that’s not it. But I do like it. :) Who’s the author?
i think ive heard of it but i dont remeber what the name is look it up online
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