Forgotten Language
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Shel Silverstein
I need an opinion?
nice poem
Reply:I'm not sure which of my opinions you want but I'll give you the most obvious one. Beautiful poem!! I love it, thought there's something strange about the last two lines (the "how did it go" part). Perhaps a more.....enduring, powerful statement at the end would have a more lasting effect?
Reply:I have tons of opinions, which one do you want?
Oh, here's one, just got it:
I think Jackie is wrong.
Reply:i dont think the poem flows very well and it is not written in a unique way. a poem should be written so that on each
line there are the same amount of syllables
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