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Nerweniel

  • Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.

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  • Katharine H. at allpoetry
    Red-headed and freckle-nosed
    - but they covered those,
  • Lily Marlene at storywrite
    Underneath the lantern, by the barracks gate, I shiver. My feet are cold; so are my hands, and my nose, always a tad bit too long, I can't feel anymore at all. I pull my coat a
  • Monica at storywrite
    The dog was big and scary- I did not move. Crouched down beside the house, I gazed at my Master's servant as he walked there, the dog on his leash. I'd always been scared of do

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  • on Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda, on December 17, 2004
    One of the most beautiful poems in the world to me. I hardly understand Spanish but I've struggled till I knew this whole poem by heart! Thanks, Mr. Neruda, for giving such a beautiful text to the world. And how is it possible that I am the first reviewer ?

  • on Desiderata - Words for Life by Max Ehrmann, on December 10, 2004
    It's such a shame that this is the first comment on this poem, really. It's such a wonderful piece of poetry- a masterpiece, in my opinion, and also kind of my creed. The last lines are simply so universally true that actually I do think it a pity that Mr. Ehrmann didn't write more poetry. Then again whatever he wrote, it would never have beaten Desiderata.

  • on In Flanders Field by John McCrae, on December 10, 2004
    I live "in Flanders Fields", and I have visited the graveyards of Ypres in Western Flanders many times, but not even the thousands of white crosses ever brought World War One, part of my heritage and of the history of my country, as close to me as this poem did. It's not only a poetic masterpiece, it also managed to somehow make me proud I am Flemish. One of my favourites of all time.

  • on Sonnet 18: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?..." by William Shakespeare, on August 30, 2004
    This is absolutely one of my favourite Shakespeare sonnets, because it is the first Shakespeare I ever read, so it was the way to introduce me to more of his works. But in itself, too, it is a really beautiful piece. I've always been particularly fond of these four lines "But thy eternal summer shall not fade
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
    Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:"
    I like these lines, introduced by that "But!"... it are, truly, those eternal lines in which "thou grow'st".