I can't figure out a title for this poem and is it any good?

I walk silently through the autumn woods.


The sun makes the jewel leaves shimmer.


The birds watch me as they sing fall's song.


They serenade me as I pass through.


The sweet scent of fall is incredably heady.


The cool breeze feels so good it makes me shiver.


But, it sends a chilly warning of winter and to make ready


for winter.


She brings her white blanket of snow.


Then the flowers of the woods and meadow


go to sleep and never notice me with her white


caresses on the trunks of the trees.


They have lost their bright colored leaves.


Winter has her moments of breathless beauty.


I think not of her as one who has an icy soul


but one who shines up summer's gold.

I can't figure out a title for this poem and is it any good?
Ok, here goes! Actually, pretty good!


I was not 'hooked' with your opening line.


Work on that...


how about: (2nd line)


The jeweled leaves shimmer beneath the sun's bright glow


something along those lines.


drop The sun makes...





and to make ready for winter ....seems a little awkward


how about something like: "Icy whispers warn of coming witner."


Upon the ground she lays her white blanket of sonw.


Or something like: "She tucks her white blanket under the chin of the frozen ground."


Drop the word 'Then' in the line Then the flowers of the woods ... change 'go to sleep' to something like 'slumber' maybe


drop: 'with her white' to 'her alabaster hands carress the trunks of the trees' or something like that


The line:


Then the flowers of the woods and meadow


got to sleep and never notice me with her white


caresses on the trunks of the trees..'


It needs to flow a little more...it is a tiny bit awkward


If you truly wanted a critique, then that is what I have done.


Hope you realize that I am trying to be helpful and not critical.


You have a very good poem that just needs some polish.


You may consider how your experience or walking in the woods makes you feel and include that in your poem.
Reply:Autumn Gold





I like the poem. It is not pretentious. It makes me appreciate nature.
Reply:Im not really good at poemz n stuff!!! I like this poem..I would say call it seasons..BuT datz kinda corney!! lol BuT great poem!!!

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Interpret This poem: somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E.E. CummingsExplain literal meaning 2?

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond


any experience,your eyes have their silence:


in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,


or which i cannot touch because they are too near





your slightest look will easily unclose me


though i have closed myself as fingers,


you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens


(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose





or if your wish be to close me, i and


my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,


as when the heart of this flower imagines


the snow carefully everywhere descending;


nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals


the power of your intense fragility:whose texture


compels me with the color of its countries,


rendering death and forever with each breathing





(i do not know what it is about you that closes


and opens;only something in me understands


the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)


nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands





identify7 different literary elements!!

Interpret This poem: somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E.E. CummingsExplain literal meaning 2?
1. anthropomorphism of inanimate things


2. analogy


3. contradiction


4. comparison


5. contrast


6. conflation (the voice of your eyes)


7. hyperbole





The meaning: we are all separate, yet we are all one; the "sense" of these two disparate conditions continuously fluxes.


.
Reply:I have been told there is someone who looks like me but i havent seen them myself.

What does this poem mean?

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond


any experience,your eyes have their silence:


in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,


or which i cannot touch because they are too near





your slightest look easily will unclose me


though i have closed myself as fingers,


you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens


(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose





or if your wish be to close me,i and


my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,


as when the heart of this flower imagines


the snow carefully everywhere descending;





nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals


the power of your intense fragility: whose texture


compels me with the color of its countries,


rendering death and forever with each breathing





(i do not know what it is about you that closes


and opens; only something in me understands


the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)


nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

What does this poem mean?
the auther means, that when there is love it seems neverending. and that love makes you think and be a little crazy. someone you love and be so close to you one moment and yet so far away at the next!
Reply:I think it's about a man who can't make up his mind if he loves this woman or not and the woman doesn't think she is ready to love someone.
Reply:i think it menas in some ways ur really close but in others ur really far away and hes not sure wat to do

What is your most favourite poem for all time?...and Why has it made such an impact? Mine is by e.e.cummings.?

"somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond


any experience, your eyes have their silence:


in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,


or which I can not touch because they are too near





Your slightest look will easily enclose me


though i have closed myself as fingers,


you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens


(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first Rose





or if you wish to close me, i


and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,


as when the heart of this flower images


the snow carefully everywhere descending:


nothing which we are to perceive in this world


equals


the power of your intense fragility: whose texture


compels me with the colour of its countries,


rendering death and forever with each breathing





(i do not know what it is about you that closes


and opens; only something in me understands


the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)


nobody; not even the rain has such small hands."





To me the poet describes the HEART of the Rose!


Thanks

What is your most favourite poem for all time?...and Why has it made such an impact? Mine is by e.e.cummings.?
Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda





Tonight I can write the saddest lines.





Write, for example,'The night is shattered


and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'





The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.





Tonight I can write the saddest lines.


I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.





Through nights like this one I held her in my arms


I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.





She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.


How could one not have loved her great still eyes.





Tonight I can write the saddest lines.


To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.





To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.


And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.





What does it matter that my love could not keep her.


The night is shattered and she is not with me.





This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.


My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.





My sight searches for her as though to go to her.


My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.





The same night whitening the same trees.


We, of that time, are no longer the same.





I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.


My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.





Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.


Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.





I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.


Love is so short, forgetting is so long.





Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms


my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.





Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer


and these the last verses that I write for her.








i can't explain why i love this poem so much. it's just beautiful.


i also love:





Symptom Recital by Dorothy Parker





I do not like my state of mind;


I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.


I hate my legs, I hate my hands,


I do not yearn for lovelier lands.


I dread the dawn's recurrent light;


I hate to go to bed at night.


I snoot at simple, earnest folk.


I cannot take the gentlest joke.


I find no peace in paint or type.


My world is but a lot of tripe.


I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.


For what I think, I'd be arrested.


I am not sick, I am not well.


My quondam dreams are shot to hell.


My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;


I do not like me any more.


I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.


I ponder on the narrow house.


I shudder at the thought of men....


I'm due to fall in love again.
Reply:Have mercy upon us.


Have mercy upon our efforts,


That we before Thee


In love and faith,


Righteousness and humility,


May follow Thee,


With self-denial, steadfastness, and courage,


And meet Thee


In the silence.





Give us


A pure heart


That we may see Thee,


A humble heart


That we may hear Thee,


A heart of love


That we may serve Thee,


A heart of faith


That we may love Thee.





by Dag Hammarskjold
Reply:Robert Frost - either





"Mending Wall"





Something there is that doesn't love a wall....





or "Birches"





...One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Reply:Music is the only poetry I know http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=F3eXuTgns5... G and this http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ktUSIJEiOu...
Reply:I think it's either "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost or "Because I could Not stop For Death" by Emily Dickinson.





I've taken a road not often traveled and found some lovely sights I would never have seen if I had taken the road everyone else took And if I am to busy to stop to die, lol!
Reply:I don't have any all-time favorite poems -- I have poets and books of poetry I especially like, but I read too much and my tastes are too eclectic to have any particular favorite.

How do you say "frozen(ice / winter) flowers" in japanesse?

flowers covered in snow

How do you say "frozen(ice / winter) flowers" in japanesse?
if you want it in one word (but i don't think the word exhists, but still can be understood) "凍花" and its pronounced as "hyoubana" or you can also just say "凍っている花" pronounced "kootteiru hana" and actually means "a frozen flower".





good luck.

Textiles

Do you see birds migrate?

I live on the migratory flight path of thousands of Canadian Geese, the Snow Goose, Finches, Sparrows and many other birds. My chickadees that leave me all summer are now back and as long as my suet and seeds last they will be here all winter.


They're gone now, but I had great show of the rubybreasted humingbird. They loved my beebalm...bright red flowers.


The snow geese in my area should start migrating and that is a site to see as well.


Do you see? Appeciate? or even notice?

Do you see birds migrate?
It is my job to notice...literally, I am an ornithologist so I keep track of when certain species arrive, when they leave etc. I do Breeding bird surveys to determine which birds have territories in which locations, they get mapped and then are compared to maps from years past and numbers of species in year past to see population trends. The main species I study is actually still here..they should be leaving any day now for S. America. I am still checking on them daily to see to exactly when they take off.
Reply:I notice the geese migrating all the time. Others are not always in big numbers so I don't really notice. I have noticed the monarch butterfly migrating south though. I really appreciate nature and notice things most people don't. That is cool you appreciate and notice the birds and thier migration patterns around you.
Reply:yes i see them migrate
Reply:I notice migration alot. I live near a swamp and see Osprey and all sorts of sea birds like terns migrate

Flightless aviator?

"they give no notice of the place outside the flow, where the cold bird silently hovers over wild flowers and snow"





what do the following words/phrases metaphorically mean to you?





[a] they


[b] outside the flow


[c] cold bird


[d] silently hovers


[e] wild flowers and snow





it's a verse a made up last week. does it sound angsty to you?

Flightless aviator?
a.) everybody oblivious to your pain


b.) beyond what "they" see


c.) you


d.) live


e.) Eden
Reply:a) outsiders





b) from a dark place





c) non-warm color, like white, or light blue.





d) slow motion. pertrayals of slow motion usually is w/o sound.





e) since flowers are not usally viewable where there is snow,


either:





1 - poking through after an unexpected, uncommon snow fall, therefore - suprise. -or-


2 - representative on non-existence.





Too mellow to be anxious.


Could almost the ether. A transitional place.