Here is not exactly here
because it passed by there
two seconds ago;
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Enjoyed tremendously this brilliant poem. Before we will be able to understand the late Mrs. Stone's poetry, we ought to know how her poems come to her inside heart. A typical way of creating poems, only Mrs. Ruth Stone's her way
Writer Elizabeth Gilbert said about Ruth Stone's way of being inspired before writing a poem, very important to know.
How poor we are, with all this running through our fingers. 'Here, ' says the Devil, 'Eat. It's Paradise.' a revealing poem. tony
Here is not exactly here because it passed by there...// it's wonderful expression and thought provoking
A philosophy of life corroborating modern out look, hence, deserving modern poem of the day.
How poor we are, with all this running through our fingers. great great write great 10++++++
Really a poignant work of art written with artistic brilliance..........................................
Gee, I feel wealthy for each second of NOW and that I am not dead but alive. Of course, seconds go by. This is not an eternal paradise. Enjoy your NOW...
Here is not exactly here because it passed by there two seconds ago; ....so true. Beautiful poem. This poem by Ruth Stone is chosen as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
We should 'seize the moment'(carpe diem) as the renowned Roman poet Horace once memorably stated.
We should seize the moment (carpe diem) as the renowned Roman poet once stated.
'Here, ' says the Devil, 'Eat. It's Paradise.' NO GOOD AFVICE....Brilliant poem and a Great THOUGHT Provoking one. CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hurray! A 10 Full Score. Addressed to the family of Mrs. R. Stone. Thank you. God's Blessings!
'Here, ' says the Devil, 'Eat. It's Paradise.' Here is not exactly here This is No Good Advice, must I say, dare I say. This poem is titled as GOOD ADVICE, but having read the poem, must I admit NO GOOD ADVICE. I regard this poem ARTFUL through and through. CONGRATS on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hurray! May Ruth rest in Peace. Amen.
A wonderful poem that is both here and now? In paradise! .......well penned.
Just the way it is! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
All our moods and notions are like falling leaves: as soon as we conceive of them, they blow off somewhere else, giving us a ringside seat at impermanence. From the all-embracing view of eternal BEING this seems like a tragedy, but who told us to posit an eternal viewpoint as the highest one? The Devil told her she should savor the transience. Evidently she considers what the devil says to be good advice. This must be a good devil, who was once an angel.
The poetess got inspired in a special way, only her way. Marvelous!