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  • Column: ~Science vs. Jesus~ at allpoetry
    This is the attempt of an athiest teacher to put Christian students down in front of the whole class. To disprove Christ.

    I do not know whether it's true or made up, but I feel that it's a very good story to keep in mind.
  • Ducks & Babies at allpoetry
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  • Column: Spanish & English Poem at allpoetry
    This is my friend's first poem. I have his permission to post it here, & I have chosen to give you the poem in its original form, as well as in English. He hasn't titled it, so send me some suggestions, & I'll run them by him. If you want background, chec

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  • on Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, on February 16
    S. E. Hinton not only did a fantastic job on her book, "The Outsiders" (which I, too, have read many, many, many times & used to own), but she immortalized a great poem by a great author!

    The first time I ever heard of this poem was when I read her book. That made me curious to see if it was truly written by Robert Frost. I found it, & this poem has been dear to my heart since. Of course, the book is as well.

  • on Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, on February 16
    I had to memorize this poem in 7th grade. I came to love Robert Frost's poetry & I love this poem. We analyzed it, read it out loud....& for years after, I could recite the entire thing from memory. Now, I have to brush up on it, I haven't read it in so long until tonight.

    I was taught there are four stanzas in this poem, though. I may be wrong, but when I was first intrduced to this piece, it looked like this:

    "Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep."

  • on Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother by Christina Georgina Rossetti, on August 24, 2008
    I never thought of a poem being only two lines....Yet such profound, thought-provoking words crammed into them.