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RIDDLENESS OF POETRY

RIDDLENESS OF POETRY. Where far in the forest I am laid, In a place round by stones, Look for no melancholy shade, And have no thoughts of buried bones; For I am bodiless and bright, And fill the glade with glow; The leaves are washed in the under-light, Shade lies upon the boughs like snow.

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RIDDLENESS OF POETRY

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  1. RIDDLENESS OF POETRY

  2. Where far in the forest I am laid,In a place round by stones,Look for no melancholy shade,And have no thoughts of buried bones;For I am bodiless and bright,And fill the glade with glow;The leaves are washed in the under-light,Shade lies upon the boughs like snow. A CAMPFIRE

  3. Metaphors I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf's big with its yeasty rising. Money's new-minted in this fat purse. I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. I've eaten a bag of green apples, Boarded the train there's no getting off. Sylvia Plath PREGNANCY

  4. In the heel of my thumbare whorls, whirls, wheelsin a unique design:mine alone.What a treasure to own!My own flesh, my own feelings.No other, however grand or base,can ever contain the same.My signature,thumbing the pages of my time.My universe key,my singularity.Impress, implant,I am myself,of all my atom parts I am the sum.And out of my blood and my brainI make my own interior weather,my own sun and rain.Imprint my mark upon the world,whatever I shall become. THUMBPRINT By Eve Merriam

  5. There sits on your wall A two-headed, framed totem pole Staring with its two sets of eyes Standing at attention Awaiting a connection To bring your lifeless world to life. An electrical outlet

  6. O little soldier with the golden helmet What are you guarding on my lawn? You with your green gun And your yellow beard, Why do stand so stiff? There is only the grass to fight! DANDELION

  7. I received last Christmas a most unusual book. To finish to the end, an entire year it took. Twelve pages long, it dragged the whole way, But I was drawn to reading it almost everyday. Fascinating pictures but the story didn’t fit; Weird story too, for it was I who had to write it. So I hung it on the wall like a window I couldn’t see through Except to see the future and my life at a view. It helps me remember things that haven’t happened yet; By using a well-known code, the chapters are preset. Very useful book, I think I’ll give it away this Christmas. Will it be found as useful or only second-class? CALENDAR

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