A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London Comments

The majesty and burning of the child's death. I shall not murder The mankind of her going with a grave truth Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath With any further Elegy of innocence and youth. a great poem. tony

its a good poem? im getting forced

please me this elegy stanza summery A refural to mourn the death by fire of a child in london

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser, ” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.

very nice poem. Beautiful piece

Beautiful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Dylan.

Elegy of innocence and youth. _______________________________ Some things are hard to understand, but still, life drudges on.

He has the courage to write what might not be palatable to some but look how he masters the art of writing: Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound Or sow my salt seed In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn

I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.af

I shall not murder.... what a beautiful message in the poem that gives such good feeling.....

Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit

Tough to Memorize and break down for class I loved it though

challengiing to upcoming poet