Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Cold Are The Crabs Comments

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Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills,
Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,
And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe
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Edward Lear
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Ratnakar Mandlik 29 April 2020

A great life song well deserving classic poem of tthe day.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 April 2020

Made second visit. Really it is a beautiful poem. It is nice to be selected this poem as the classic poem of the poem of the day.

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Ramesh T A 29 April 2020

This promising beginning of the poem kindles to read further to see something wise and great only to be left unfinished! nyAway thank you for sharing this Poet's poem here!

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Dominic Windram 29 April 2020

An intriguing, innovative sonnet by the master of nonsense rhyme: Edward Lear (note the idiosyncratic, fragmentary concluding line...) . This particular poem, nothwithstanding its ostensible ' silliness', seems to suggest an overall sense of sorrow, or even despair.

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Mahtab Bangalee 29 April 2020

Yet much remains - to weave a solemn strain That lingering sadly - slowly dies away, ...../// superb expression on the life and its decaying slowly///thanks for sharing and selecting as POD

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Bernard F. Asuncion 30 April 2019

One of the best poems by Edward Lear......

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 April 2019

Coloured cucumbers grow beneath the cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills. This poem has rich imagery. This is excellently written.

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Paul Amrod 29 April 2019

An absolute philosophical visionary with thoughts that conjure thoughts within.

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Savita Tyagi 29 April 2019

Philosophy or strains of everyday life......all is defined by a poet’s outlook...the moment he/she picks the poem. Enjoyed the unique and interesting metaphors.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 29 April 2019

A thoughtfully envisioned life song crafted by a master craftsman. A superb classic poem.

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Brian Taylor 29 April 2019

Great poem

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Robert J Fielding 29 April 2019

This is, of course, wonderful nonsense...with which Mr Lear is a master. Please, great critics, do not take it literally. Just go with the flow! RJF

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Alouwou Mandjah 29 April 2019

very nice, congrats....

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Human predicament greatly felt. I likes the poem.

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Mahtab Bangalee 29 April 2019

the depth poetic expression of LIFE- Daily departing with departing day

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 April 2019

Yet much remains - to weave a solemn strain That lingering sadly - slowly dies away, Daily departing with departing day A pea-green gamut on a distant plain When wily walrusses in congresses meet - Such such is life - a great poem. tony

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Manpreet Singh 29 April 2019

Colder are the claws of death slowly slowly tightening its grip.

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Emmanuel Galicia 29 November 2017

I like the words used. hope to read more of your works

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Bernard F. Asuncion 29 November 2017

Such a brilliant write by Edward Lear👍👍👍

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Abhimanyu Kumar.s 29 November 2017

Complex language and use of images yet stunning run

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