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Sun 16 Sep, 2007 01:46 am
Don't remember the tittle or who wrote it.
When I was younger a teacher made us read it in a group, we each read a part of it (a character).
It was a poem set in a graveyard, and the dead spoke to each other.
It sounds like Our Town by Thornton Wilder
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Joe(I was once in a group attempting to make it into a musical)Nation
Interesting...
Thanks Joe
But it was a poem
What else do you remember about it? Any phrases that you recall?
Are you sure it wasn't Wilder? Teachers read Our Town as poetry all the time because some of the character speechs are written as poetry.
Joe(Now I want to know what it was)Nation
No, I don't remember anything else about it.
I thought at the time that it was creepy. It was a poetry class.
I gotta go back to bed, but were the characters young, old, women, men?
Anything besides what you have already said?
Joe(...)Nation
I think, mostly old not sure.
I think they were discussing life, and family.
Of course.
Noddy! Good on you.
Joe(now I can go back to bed again)Nation
Joe--
Good!
Your grave is two plots up and one plot over from mine. You kept me awake all night. Your tossing and turning sounded like early frost heave--distilled and condensed.
Hmmm,
The Hill, might be it...I just don't remember.
It was a good school but, why start a kid on dark poetry. I like it now, and can better understand it too.
I have spent several years looking for it.
Thank you very much Noddy.
Leave it to a good, true nurturing female teacher to want to leave an impression on a child, and she did.
We have no idea what memories will stick in the mind of any child.
Joe(Ask any parent of thirty year old offspring)Nation
A-E--
Master's poems are short with a deceptively simple vocabulary. Your teacher was probably trying to counteract Greeting Card Verse before your young minds closed to all else.
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