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  • on Enter This Deserted House by Sheldon Allan Silverstein, on May 13, 2006

    An interesting perspective.

    The house is only abandoned if you deem it so.

  • on Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe by Sheldon Allan Silverstein, on May 13, 2006
    Stanza 32, Lines 258 - 265:
    "The bald-headed writer of unsavory songs,
    He's brushin' the crumbs from his beard.
    He's filled up his notebook with other folks' sorrow"

    Doesn't this sound a little like a self-inclusion? It would make sense in this type of poem.

    And this poem inspires me to go on a writing excursion on a subway. It really does make it seem like a fun thing to do. Maybe that could be a hobby, going to the subway for long periods of time on the weekends for apparently no reason?

    Definatley one of my favorite poems, especially since I like the idea of independant different point of views.

  • on I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson, on May 13, 2006

    Headache

    This is exactly what I imagine is going on in my head at the time of a migraine, especially one caused by stress. Of course, I had more of a story going with a war, bombs, and ressurections as well. But it's almost eery how much the idea of a funeral as a headache is expressed here. Even though the poem was probably originally about something completely different.

  • on The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, on May 13, 2006

    Popular

    A great poem, even though it slightly bothers me that it seems to be so popular. It's not the darkest I've read, as to me it seems it has a slight apathy to it, and a comic quality.

    The only possible fault I see here is the first line of the second stanza, or line seven, "Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,". It seems to me it would've been a lot better if it read "Ah, distinctly I remember it was late in bleak December,", though if the poem was about a specific event that might be a lie. But this poem is still among my favorites, and might very well be my favorite.