tarun829 Posted January 11, 2015 Report Share Posted January 11, 2015 I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where, For so swiftly it flew, the sight, Could not follow it in its flight.I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where, For, who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song?Long, long afterward, in an oak, I found the arrow, still unbroke, And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Prinnyasymn 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Resolute Posted January 11, 2015 Report Share Posted January 11, 2015 hey, good to see you again, tarun. how have you been? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tarun829 Posted January 11, 2015 Author Report Share Posted January 11, 2015 hey resolute. and again, you reply to my topic. keep posting buddy. let me just correct this setting- i posted using my phone...BTW, I have no copyright over this. Mainly because this is copied Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Victimorthecrime Posted January 11, 2015 Report Share Posted January 11, 2015 Ahhh....so you enjoy Longfellow? A classic indeed on this fine winters day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tarun829 Posted January 11, 2015 Author Report Share Posted January 11, 2015 Longfellow. Didn't know that. Thanks Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Victimorthecrime Posted January 11, 2015 Report Share Posted January 11, 2015 Those Winter SundaysBy Robert HaydenSundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.When the rooms were warm, he’d call,and slowly I would rise and dress,fearing the chronic angers of that house,Speaking indifferently to him,who had driven out the coldand polished my good shoes as well.What did I know, what did I knowof love’s austere and lonely offices? tarun829 and finding my way 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catmantoo Posted January 11, 2015 Report Share Posted January 11, 2015 "love's austere and lonely offices" - ah, remind me of how easy it is to take love for granted... that those grandiose gestures we look for are often just a seasonal window dressing... love's lonely offices, indeed.. Victimorthecrime 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smurph Posted April 11, 2015 Report Share Posted April 11, 2015 Great poem. Thanks for sharing Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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