Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature currently requires accessing the site using the built-in Safari browser.
Welcome
to BookAndReader!
We LOVE books and hope you'll join us in sharing your favorites and experiences
along with your love of reading with our community. Registering for our site
is free and easy, just CLICK
HERE!
Already a member and forgot your password? Click
here.
Okay, here's a poem I pick for you Ashlea. Songs to Survive the Summer by Robert Hass. I don't think it's available to download online. And it's rather long, so it's not in many anthologies. So I'll be patient until you can get to a library. No rush. It's included in a volume of his entitled...
I agree. Of the two sonnets you compared, I tend to like the EBB better. But as for the two types of love. The love of passion that is subject to influence and change or the more permanent love for love's sake, perhaps the ideal is the first slowly evolving into the latter.
As for love...
Well, Teach, I'd like to hear more of your thoughts on the sonnets. If you had to pick a favorite, which would it be and why? What images hit home with you? :)
Thanks for your encouragement. It's funny how it's the stanzas that just fall into place without much thought that are often the most effective ones. :)
THE POEM OF YOUR BODY
The poem of your body,
Of my eyes floating in your emerald sea,
Of my lips drinking your warm sweet wine,
Of my hands caressing your smooth, pale skin,
Of my tongue in graceful ballet with yours,
And my body melting slowly into your body,
That poem is the sweet...
SHIVER
There is nothing
Inside my chest
To warm the flesh
And the bone.
The wind that
Blows ice
Has blown the
Fragile bird
Away. And
What remains
Is left to
Shudder.
I held her
So close in
The quiet
Of a darkened room,
But the noise
Of the miles
Between us
Has left her
A...
And I be
Bloody Harry Kidd
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your...
Okay, I picked this up at lunch and read all 44 sonnets quickly (in about an hour). I didn't stop or let myself get hung up on individual words or phrases that I didn't quite understand. I just wanted to let the music of the poetry wash over me and get the very general feelings of the sonnets...
No, that's quite all right. Mention shower as much as you'd like. I have no problems with you mentioning the shower. Please. Mention it. ;)
Seriously, they must be getting quite tired of us by now. Maybe, we should just start a TMG/tugger thread where we could be off by ourselves and others...
* as usual, arrives late for class, ill-prepared and sits in the back *
Normally, when I am told to read something my inner rebel jumps into resistance mode. In this case, however, I couldn't be more anxious to jump into this assignment. Especially coming from someone who I'm sure will be an...
Something tells me, Wabbit, that you will be sorry you explained that to her. I think maybe you've unleashed dangerous force that no one will be able to control! :eek:
Nope. Jay Rubin.
:mad:
But, you know, tonight while I'm trying to read mine, I'll keep thinking about you reading yours. I won't be able to concentrate at all! :o
You're killing me, you know that. ;)
Hahahaha. Funny you should say that. Originally the line was:
my wet pants leg taps my shoe
Even American readers would have had a chuckle at the double meaning of THAT! Maybe the whole line needs to be revamped a bit. :)
I wondered if that was the case. I wrote yours in bed Saturday night. I didn't get hardly any sleep. The lines just kept coming to me. I didn't have a notebook handy to write them down and I was afraid if I got up and turned on the lights, I would completely lose the flow. So, I just kept laying...