Friday, January 3, 2003

The Cottage Comments

Rating: 3.3

Here in turn succeed and rule
Carter, smith, and village fool,
Then again the place is known
As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school;
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Robert Graves
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Douglas Scotney 24 July 2016

as inevitable as true slipping and being slurped through

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Amar Agarwala 24 July 2016

Graves weaves a net of magic with his words. A simply beautiful poem, wonderfully etched, like a little picture-book opened in front of the eyes. Full marks!

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Susan Williams 24 July 2016

Such beauty of image and writing.... such melancholy as th the poet waits for death to end his beautiful life and pen. Extraordinary piece of writing.

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Savita Tyagi 24 July 2016

Beautiful poem. All nature's little things flow to mind like cool stream.

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Rajnish Manga 24 July 2016

What strikes me most is the wonderful portrayal of nature and through all this the poet presents a philosophy of life based on his own experience. I quote a few lines: Rooks above the cherry-tree, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee,

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Oh, be not rude to Dr death If it not be for His cosmic grace We would live even in ill health Suffering not living in this place When the allotted time is past (which anyways flies a bit too fast) Walking corpses too weak to smile But endlessly walking on these arid miles..........

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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 July 2016

Beautiful poem, a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Asis Biswas 24 July 2016

beautiful poem written by poet robert. i liked his simple way of seeing all great things. lines are built by sweet sound words. and telling at the end, his passion for writting rhyme.

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 July 2016

To light the fire and hold the key! ! Thanks for sharing.

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