Thanks for posting the poem.
New to me, but I like it and so I looked up the author and spent some time reading more about him and some more poems.
Being from Europe American poems are still a new discovery.
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babsatamelia
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Thu 12 Dec, 2002 01:43 am
Hello ul, you are a "newbie" so
welcome, welcome! Where are
you from? My guess is Germany.
Have you met Walter Hinteler? or
are you already friends? I did like
these poems also - I guess it is
only you and I
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mikey
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Thu 12 Dec, 2002 01:47 am
That's a great poem...thanks Babs
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ul
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Thu 12 Dec, 2002 06:28 am
hello babsatamelia,
do you know that there is a thread right here on a2k with poems by this author?
Still in the newbie range, because I don't post often, but I am an avid reader.
You guessed right from the language- I live in Austria.
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babsatamelia
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Wed 18 Dec, 2002 09:58 pm
Hello ul!
what does the quote at the bottom of
your page say?
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ul
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Fri 20 Dec, 2002 08:20 am
Hello babsatamelia!
The quote is by Gerhard Hauptmann, a German writer (1862-1946)
something like:
You shouldn't listen to the gras growing, you will become deaf.
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angie
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Thu 2 Jan, 2003 08:40 pm
I thought I remembered this being from Langston Hughes. No ?
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Piffka
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Thu 2 Jan, 2003 09:19 pm
Hi Angie and welcome to Poetry. You are right, it is from Langston Hughes, and might be his most famous work. There is a fine collection of Langston Hughes poems on this Poetry forum. The Topic is called ... Langston Hughes!
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angie
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Fri 3 Jan, 2003 03:28 pm
Sometimes a line just stays with you.
" ...when dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly."
This line has stayed with me for as long as I can remember, as I imagine it would have for anyone who has had a dream die.
I 'm one who believes that the poetry of suffering is much more powerful that the poetry of joy.
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Piffka
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Fri 3 Jan, 2003 04:31 pm
Angie -- there is room for all kinds of poetry. Langston Hughes had a sad life and wrote of some very painful experiences.
I'm having trouble thinking of any poems of joy that don't refer to suffering as well. I think what I most like is poetry that is sad but reminisces back to a good time. My favorites (currently) are by Edna St. Vincent Millay, who wrote some wonderful poems of grief and loss.
There are two different forums of her poetry on A2K... her Love poems, which often have a bite to them, and her poems of Death. I invite you to look through them and see if there is anything you like.