What poetic period was Shel Silverstein in?
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I would say modern period...he wrote in the 20th century.
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One of my favorite short stories is one of Langston Hughes'--"Thank You, Ma'm".  He also wrote a ton of poetry and plays.  Try this site:
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The classic petrarchan sonnet by John Miltion:\n\nOn His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty-three\n\nHow soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, \nStolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! \nMy hasting days fly on with full career, \nBut my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. \nPerhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, \nThat I to manhood am arrived so near, \nAnd inward ripeness doth much less appear, \nThat some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. \nYet be it less or more, or soon or slow, \nIt shall be still in strictest measure even \nTo that same lot, however mean or high, \nToward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. \nAll is, if I have grace to use it so, \nAs ever in my great Task-master's eye.
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http://www.poetry.com
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He has certainly written a lot of poems that are timeless - we still read them and study them.  His poems are much easier to understand and appreciate than the work of some other poets of his day.   I like the rhythm of his poetry and the strong feelings he often expresses.  In many of his poems he is remembering past times, a bit of nostalgia that we all like to do from time to time, though most of us cannot express it as beautifully as he could.  Some of  my favorites are The Solitary Reaper and I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud and Upon Westminster Bridge.
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I don't know the answer to your poem, but here's my favorite all time Christmas poem (feel free to share this one!)\n\nThe silver snow falls lightly,\nThe year speeds fast away,\nTomorrow's sun is bringing,\nA brand new Christmas Day.\n\nAnd midst beloved faces,\nMy throughts are roaming free,\nWhile fervently I whisper,\nGod bless them all for me.\n\n~Anonymous
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Lyric poetry is so called because in ancient Greece poems of this type were originally set to music and recited or sung to the accompaniment of a hand-held harp called a "lyre." The earliest lyrics were of two kinds: the religious lyric, a hymn or songlike prayer addressed to a god or goddess (cf. the Psalms of the Old Testament); and the so-called "drinking song" or "song of the table," a brash, robust, and merry sort of effort, often boastful, misogynistic, or pornographic, of the kind commonly performed by men at hearty gatherings or drinking parties. The religious lyric was typically marked by its earnestness, emotional intensity, and passion. The drinking song was more notable for its air of jollity and raucous amusement.\n\n    Out of these two separate (yet distantly related and parallel) traditions the modern love lyric was born. It was Sappho who first fused the two forms. By taking the emotional depth, confessional tone, and ornate style of the religious lyric and combining it with the ribaldry, mockery, and  high-spiritedness of the traditional drinking song, she effectively created a new hybrid: a poem at once intimate and satirical, serious yet light. This adroit blend of passion and humor (packaged in a sparkling and colorful style) has been a hallmark of the sophisticated love lyric ever since. As a result, poets as different as Swinburne, Whitman, Adrienne Rich, and Ezra Pound can all in one respect or another be considered sons and daughters of Sappho. Her legacy shines from Catullus and Ovid to Donne and Marvell, from Shakespeare to the lyrics of George Gershwin, Cole Porter, and Jerome Kern. Remarkable the blaze of cultural light that has been generated from just a few glimmering fragments of Sapphic verse.
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http://www.christmas-time.com/ct-bleakmid.htm\nthe poem
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of course.  Here are some of the classics.  I'm sticking to love poems because they are my favorites.\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nWilliam Shakespeare\n\n\nSHALL I compare thee to a summer’s day?   \nThou art more lovely and more temperate:   \nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,   \nAnd summer’s lease hath all too short a date:   \nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,          5 \nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm’d;   \nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,   \nBy chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;   \nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,   \nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,   10 \nNor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,   \nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;   \n  So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,   \n  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. \n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\nElizabeth Barrett Browning \n  \n  \nHOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  \nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height  \nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight  \nFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.  \nI love thee to the level of everyday’s         5 \nMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.  \nI love thee freely, as men strive for Right;  \nI love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.  \nI love thee with the passion put to use  \nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.         10 \nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose  \nWith my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,  \nSmiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,  \nI shall but love thee better after death. \n \n-----------------------------------------------------------\n\nDoes that help?  I can give more.
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http://www.authorsden.com/categories/poetry.asp?alpha=a&catid=73
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"Those Were the Days" is a song credited to Gene Raskin, who put English lyrics to the Russian song ("Dorogoi dlinnoyu"), written by Boris Fomin (1900-1948) with words by the poet Konstantin Podrevskii [1]. It deals with reminiscence upon youth and romantic idealism.
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i can say to u thatz my best Poem...\nand the count.. of it is:\n\nBeware the fantasy that speaks,\nThe vague ideal that springs a soul.\nNo marriage can avoid the shoal\nThat lies beneath such sun-drenched peaks.\nNo love but may retreat to stone\nAs sirens sad the heart entice.\nTwo names entwine in paradise\nWhile here two lovers lie alone.
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He is telling of a woman with whom he knew as a child. She was a beautiful girl and grew into a lovely woman. He danced with her in school and realized that she had grown up.\nLater, as an adult, he read in the paper of her committing suicide by leaping out of a downtown hotel window. He was saddened by this of course.\nThe poem is him recalling her as a young girl and how he felt about her suicide.
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"If" by Rudyard Kipling! Superb! \nA great poem to take you through the bad times, and make you learn more in good times!\n\n----\n\nIf you can keep your head when all about you \nAre losing theirs and blaming it on you; \nIf you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, \nBut make allowance for their doubting too; \nIf you can wait and not be tired by waiting, \nOr, being lied about, don't deal in lies, \nOr, being hated, don't give way to hating, \nAnd yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; \n\nIf you can dream - and not make dreams your master; \nIf you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; \nIf you can meet with triumph and disaster \nAnd treat those two imposters just the same; \nIf you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken \nTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, \nOr watch the things you gave your life to broken, \nAnd stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; \n\nIf you can make one heap of all your winnings \nAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, \nAnd lose, and start again at your beginnings \nAnd never breath a word about your loss; \nIf you can force your heart and nerve and sinew \nTo serve your turn long after they are gone, \nAnd so hold on when there is nothing in you \nExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; \n\nIf you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, \nOr walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; \nIf neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; \nIf all men count with you, but none too much; \nIf you can fill the unforgiving minute \nWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run - \nYours is the Earth and everything that's in it, \nAnd - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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The name of the poem is (My Garden—"His Garden") by Charles Haddon Spurgeon\n\nhttp://www.ccel.org/ccel/spurgeon/sermons42.txt
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Poetry or writing\n(I know it sounds lame)
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Are you looking for examples of hyperbole in the poem?\n\nFinding rubies by the Ganges\n"Till the conversion of the Jews" (a Biblical allusion: until the Apocalypse)\nLove growing in a physical form "vaster than empires"\nTaking a century to praise the beloved's eyes\nForehead gazing for two centuries, etc.\nHearing time at one's back