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06-29-2011
Frank Fields
This, now, seems to a very edited work from what I recall. Certainly it doesn't parallel with Frost's work. Or does it? The readers can take their own pleasures in the comparisons. ^^
Frank :)
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12-02-2010
Wayne Thomas
I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of learned comment, since a lot of my low key thunder has been borrowed,swiped,or as I rather respect, they just think faster than I can and perhaps a little deeper than I can. That said, I loved this poem. A great tribute to Frost and to life itself. The flow took a few lines to get into but I soon found so smooth I almost thought I was scanning a good meter. You and Walt complement each other well it's great to have you both on board! Best,Wayne
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09-21-2010
Frank Fields
A gift you give, with this, to touch the soul of each who read. Equal-wise, I think, we all have those miles to go before we sleep, and in the going can but endure the cold. Another 5 would not be as welcome as another read. ^_^
Frank :)
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01-16-2010
Walter Jones
So real I fall in to the verse, tribute left, a blind man feels the sun, kisses the rain, opens his heart to be a part of, all teh wonders taht came before and will come after his contributions, this is special my friend.. Walt
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11-24-2009
Frank Fields
As I said, inimicable and esoteric, just as are so many of your works. And very reminiscent of Robert Frost's, Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by
Robert Frost
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.
Inimicable in that there are many elements of danger, not necessarily alone, hostile. Nature is, itself, however, quite hostile
As were the woods that bitterly cold night.
I see some parallel metaphors that are undeniable. And which are especially evident upon careful reflection and study of your work.
Esoteric? Of course! Which of your poems doesn't have many, many hidden delights? As do those of Frost, himself.
But certainly not a regurgitation. This work, as I mentioned, is yours, with your own particular contributions. However, the inspiration? Who of us has not been inspired, to one extent or another, by nothing more than a fleeting whisper of a half-remembered vision from a distant past? Certainly, I have. And I can see nothing wrong for one writer or artist to use another's creation for their own unique inspiration.
However, I see no regurgitation here. But, what I do find are some remarkable coincidences of thought and word that seem to tie the two pieces together. Those were my impressions when I first read this work and they remain true--in my opinion.
I think Frost, himself would have been pleased and honored, to have read this work.
Frank :)
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11-21-2009
Eric Siedzikowski
This poem is far from a regurgitated Frost.I do not find any facet of this piece to be even remotely inimical,respecting any nuance of hostility within its structure.I find it to be fraught with amazing imagery and philosophical depth.Sincerely,Eric
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11-21-2009
Mae Futter Stein
Hello Raja,
I did so enjoy the poem. The snowy picture and the horse. No place to go, as the forest is slowly disappearing. More houses and business being built and little for the animals to call a home. This is a nice insight to fit the image you have portrayed. Thank you for sharing.
Mae
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10-30-2009
Frank Fields
A very nice, if unspoken, tribute to Robert Frost, I believe. But presented with the inimicable style and grace that seem to have become constant companions with your works.
As well as a good deal of esotericism and philosophical content, there for whoever would appreciate your works beyond the surface layer.
Another excellent work. ^^
Frank :)
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10-11-2009
Richard Reed Jr
I'm not sure about life after death but, I know
that my perspective tells me that here on earth there truly is no woods to stop by. It is good to have you back again my brother, writing your
deep and mysterious poetry in your beautiful style of writing. I loved this one.
God bless you,
Rich
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10-03-2009
Alan Reed
Great drama for the genre of the audience, out of sight and with hope. No place to go for now. Places to go in the long run. Death? No. No place to hide temporarily. All have been the been there. Note typo on word "happily". Excellent write. -Alan
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09-27-2009
Leigh Gilholm Fisher
This is a very good piece! I found the topic and storytelling element interesting. The wide and descriptive vocabulary used in the composition made the poem a very enjoyable read. Each line was well-written and conveyed a mental image to the reader.
On the topic of pictures, the one you used at the top of the poem is an excellent reflection to the piece. Good work!
Leigh
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