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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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.
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!
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.
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
Coloured cucumbers grow beneath the cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills. This poem has rich imagery. This is excellently written.
An absolute philosophical visionary with thoughts that conjure thoughts within.
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.
A thoughtfully envisioned life song crafted by a master craftsman. A superb classic poem.
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
the depth poetic expression of LIFE- Daily departing with departing day
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
Colder are the claws of death slowly slowly tightening its grip.
A great life song well deserving classic poem of tthe day.