Thursday, January 1, 2004

Letter Comments

Rating: 2.9

You can see it already: chalks and ochers;
Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines;
Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery;
Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass;
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Victor Marie Hugo
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Edward Kofi Louis 01 June 2017

Flying across the ocean! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Lantz Pierre 01 June 2017

A missive is it? Gathering up it's immediate surroundings, the tangible landscape all around, as if it were a painting by John Constable (which is exactly what it reminds me of) . And then the landscape begins to admit the first person, the author. The letter writer takes his place to give the painting a sense of intimacy. A scale that tells the reader this is personal: I am here. Once established more voices and people enter the fray. The perspective broadens, reaching outwards, encompassing others that brings a sense of warmth and familiarity. An adventure in the offing. A romance blossoming as the man acknowledges the woman for whom he writes his letter. The letter that bravely gives wings (sails?) to his imagination to fly and cover any distance as his heart is lifted by this missive and its intended recipient. A remarkable journey.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 01 June 2017

Flying across the ocean..... thanks for posting.....

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Rajnish Manga 01 June 2017

Breath-taking landscape where the hustle bustle of village life comes alive. Fine expression: All day the country tempts me to go strolling; The little village urchins, book in hand, Peacefully, hour by hour, with little fuss, I shed My days, and think of you, my lady fair!

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Victor Marie Hugo

Victor Marie Hugo

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