Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Mementos, 1 Comments

Rating: 4.1

Sorting out letters and piles of my old
Canceled checks, old clippings, and yellow note cards
That meant something once, I happened to find
Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,
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William De Witt Snodgrass
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Hope 10 May 2021

What do you think were the main function of the speaker in his office

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Daniel Hernandez 24 January 2018

One of the bests poems this is loved by many.

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Susan Williams 12 January 2017

Superb and harrowing poem- - every word the perfect choice, every image burned into the reader's mind. Favorite Poem List.

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M Asim Nehal 12 January 2017

Very well written poem. Thanks for sharing it.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 January 2017

A trip down the memory lane and revisiting moments of joy, anguish etc.

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Jayatissa K. Liyanage 12 January 2017

Whatever happened subsequently, how could one forget the events and incidents they were connected with while they were in love, long past though. Let the mementos speak. Please find them. Thanks for sharing the hearty poem.

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Seamus O Brian 12 January 2017

The author utilizes the small details of everyday living to form the viscerally striking collage of the deepest experiences of life- love, pain, loss, regret. It is the casual, easy manner of speech and the use of these simple details which he expertly contrasts with the vast depth of the human experience that produce the arresting power of this piece. Marvelously executed.

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Tom Allport 12 January 2017

a very powerful poem about remembering real events.

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Tom Allport 12 January 2017

our lives are made of mixed memories, this is a very powerful poem remembering some?

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Lantz Pierre 12 January 2017

The waves of horror and revulsion, of, oh I don't want to say sentimental nostalgia, something deeper, more meaningful than that. The tenderness before the relationship is overturned in a deluge of bitter memories. The memories, the memories before those memories, and the memories waiting still somewhere down the road. The memories are who we are as humans. To lose them is to lose ourselves. This poem is a brief concert of memories and emotions, with key lilting phrases that build and support, submerge and change. A barb driven deep, a scar that one touches shuddering with a fond rememberance of who we are.

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 January 2017

One another's force! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 12 January 2017

Well-written poem+++++++++++++ Thanks for sharing++++++++++

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William De Witt Snodgrass

William De Witt Snodgrass

Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania
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