poem of the day

Mar 03, 2003 19:03


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hinterland March 14 2003, 19:42:56 UTC
That picture is stunning! I am trying to make sense of this bit:

"For the children of friends

have come to look like their impostors.
And where is the sun that rushed out
to greet you? Now for cheer, only
the careless rubbings of the moon."

Any ideas?

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Re: silverflurry March 17 2003, 16:17:11 UTC
You know I looked over that a few times and I can't really get the meaning of that either. I feel kind of silly now. I'm not really good at poem interpretation I know it may sound kind of dumb but I'm all about word flow and how things sound. That's one of the things that I love about poetry.

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