Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away Carl Sandburg What is poetry?
Doors An open door says,” Come in”.A shut door says , Who are you?”
Fame is a bee.Fame is a bee.It has a songIt has a stingAh, too, it has a wing.Emily Dickinson
The fog comes The fog comes on little cat feet.It sits lookingOver harbor and cityOn silent haunchesAnd then moves on Carl Sandburg
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All In green went my love ridingAll In green went my love ridingOn a great horse of gold Into the silver dawn.e.e.cummings
Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Кто говорит, мир от огня Погибнет, кто от льда. А что касается меня, Я за огонь стою всегда. Но если дважды гибель ждет Наш мир земной,— ну что ж, Тогда для разрушенья лед Хорош, И тоже подойдет.Перевод М. Зенкевича
Metaphor You are the bread and the knife,the crystal goblet and the wine.You are the dew on the morning grassand the burning wheel of the sun.You are the white apron of a baker,and the marsh birds suddenly in flight. -Billy Collins
Metaphor generators To MarkYou are a warm pancake slathered in honey
The sweet scent of mimosa in March
You are a sink full of dishes after a party
You are the crack in the window that lets a gust of spring wind inside
You are a home-made apple pie
A mischievous puppy knocking down books
A warm day in April when the ice began to melt
Write a poem, comparing a person to Food Weather FurnitureAnimalFlowerClothes
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Baklanova Natalia Saint-Petersburg 2012