Friday, January 3, 2003

A Maypole Comments

Rating: 3.0

Deprived of root, and branch and rind,
Yet flowers I bear of every kind:
And such is my prolific power,
They bloom in less than half an hour;
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Jonathan Swift
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Dr Antony Theodore 31 March 2020

Deprived of root, and branch and rind, Yet flowers I bear of every kind: And such is my prolific power, They bloom in less than half an hour. beautiful. tony

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Shaun Cronick 31 March 2020

Edifying and captivating rhyming diction by Mr Swift. Superbly constructed and delivered. A worthy poem of the day.

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Dominic Windram 31 March 2020

I completely agree with your excellent comments...a wonderfully incisive poem about dour Puritanism methinks.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 31 March 2019

One of the best poems by Jonathan Swift........

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Chan Mongol 31 March 2019

Love the poetic language of yours. Beautifully constructed. A nice choice of the Poemhunter.com and mine too! Thanks for sharing.

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I lay a prisoner twenty years, And then the jovial cavaliers To their old post restored all three - I mean the church, the king, and me.

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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 31 March 2019

A decorated pole with flowers and beauty is very nice and attractive. When hypocrite fanatics cry this scribble mind and we think for love, peace and unity to overcome such hypocrite fanatics. Church giving biblical knowledge guides in tight way to lead a peaceful life.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 31 March 2019

An amazing poem penned by a great poet and critique. It is enchanting and a pleasure to read. A great classical poem..

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Ramesh T A 31 March 2019

A critical poetry only a poet critic can write! Jonathan Swift one such one! Thanks for sharing here!

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Mahtab Bangalee 31 March 2019

Yet hypocrite fanatics cry, ........ I'm but an idol raised on high; And once a weaver in our town, A damned Cromwellian, knocked me down.....///master of satire!

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 31 March 2018

I lay a prisoner twenty years, And then the jovial cavaliers To their old post restored all three - I mean the church, the king, and me.

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Joshua Adeyemi 31 March 2018

I lay a prisoner twenty years, And then the jovial cavaliers To their old post restored all three - I mean the church, the king, and me.

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Glen Kappy 31 March 2018

My first time reading this one, though the feel, the subject matter strike me as Swift-ian. Contemporary in its own time, the poem remains so with a bit of application—the clash, as some would have it, of pagan practices with a newer orthodoxy. -Glen

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Muzahidul Reza 31 March 2018

such is my prolific power, ........... greatly penned by Swift

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Kumarmani Mahakul 31 March 2018

With prolific power every kind of flower all bear in life to accept purity and softness. This poem is definitely very excellently penned and has broad and amazing essence...10

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Ratnakar Mandlik 31 March 2017

Simply superb poem, rich in rhyme, rhythm and a pleasure to read.

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Douglas Scotney 31 March 2017

a poet of great wit and mirth; yet I'm not up on his girth.

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doug scotney 31 March 2020

can't get my arms around its girth

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Ramesh T A 31 March 2017

My head with giddiness goes round, And yet I firmly stand my ground: Wonderful words to make a note about swift!

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Joshua Adeyemi 31 March 2017

Wow! , intriguing and fabulous. Great job done! ! !

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Joshua Adeyemi 31 March 2017

Intriguing and fabulous. Great job done!

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 March 2017

May plainly see! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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