can anyone post the poem "Not Quite Social" by Robert Frost?
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Not Quite Social\nBy:Robert Frost\n\nSome of you will be glad I did what I did,\nAnd the rest won't want to punish me too sverely\nFor finding a thing to do that though not forbid\nYet wasn't enjoined and wasn't expected,clearly.\n\nTo punish me overcruelly wouldn't be right\nFor merely giving you once more gentle proof\nThat the city's hold on a man is no more tight\nThan when its walls rose high than any roof.\n\nYou may taunt me with not being able to flee the earth.\nYou have me there, but loosely,as I would be held.\nThe way of understanding is partly mirth.\nI would not be taken as ever having rebelled.\n\nAnd anyone is free to condemn me to death-\nIf he leaves it to nature to carry out the sentence.\nI shall will to the common stock of air my breath\nAnd pay a death tax of fairly polite repentance.
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Auld acquaintances should not be forgotten.  The first line is a question:\n\nShould auld acquaintance be forgot,\nAnd never brought to mind?\n\nRoughly translated as:  Should we forget old friends and never think of them?  \n\n(A New Year's Question -- forget the past? Or remeber and celebrate it? The answer is in the chorus:)\n\nWe'll tak a cup o kindness yet, \nFor auld lang syne! \n\n\nTranslation: We'll have a drink for old time's sake (to remember old friends and times.)\n\nThe poem is by Robert Burns.
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Hello, Kaleb,\n\nI was and am an English teacher. \n\nYou can start with the poem's theme. If it is about love or nature or whatever, what does it say? How does it make you feel? Does the author choose words that are happy or depressing (mood)?\n\nYou can talk about word choices, length and, if you know something of the author, you can take that approach. \n\nHere's an example:\n\nMy Beard (Shel Silverstein)\n\nMy beard grows to my toes\nI never wears no clothes\nI wraps my beard around my bare\nand down the road I goes.\n\nWhat is Silverstein doing here? He gives you an image (a naked man with a long beard) and creates humor. His words are simple as if the man is not educated. The poem is short, cute and simple--ideal for kids or those of us who love to laugh! Silverstein wrote songs, poems and all kinds of things and was a very private man. Maybe the "beard" of the speaker is Silverstein seeking privacy.\n\nThis is a short example. I wish you luck.\n\nFor further assistance, you can try owlenglish@purdue.edu. Not sure if the url is right, but I hope you get your paper done.\n\nGambatte (good luck)from Japan!
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sorry, i searched poetry sites,quotation sites, by author,firstlines,subject. best i can think of is contact nearest university library or professor of lit. wish you luck, it sounds like a really heartfelt poem. sure wish i knew it.
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if u want a poet\nIam here\nearth_from_moon_blueview@yahoo.com
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www.plagiarist.com has pretty much every poem by any popular poet.  Check there!
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I hope you can take constuctive criticism. I think you're thoughts are good but it's too Rhymie. It's more like a limerick than a poem. And I personally don't like that 3rd line, "People near me makes my fun." I don't understand that.\n\nSorry for the honesty!
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That poem rocks.  I know that it is controversial.  I would be interested to see what people thought of a choice line or two from the poem.
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I don't know for sure if the one you are looking for is here, but there is one that sounds like it.   I can't believe how many versions I found of this poem!!!
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http://columbia.thefreedictionary.com/Similie This is pretty straightforward.\n\nCheck out T.S. Eliot. http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html has some of his work.  My favorite is in the first stanza of "The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock."
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I loved this one...It's a very sweet poem about showing someone a reason not to take their own life .... Truly,Heart warming!!!! And I should know..I'm a  published Poet...It shows warmth and tenderness....It also lets me see inside your heart.And I see a warm,loving person..\n~hugs~
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http://www.online-literature.com/wordsworth/514/
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You could read this poem:\n\nDo Not Stand at My Grave and Weep\n \nDo not stand at my grave and weep,\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\n\nI am a thousand winds that blow.\nI am the diamond glint on snow.\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain.\nI am the gentle autumn rain.\n\nWhen you wake in the morning's hush,\nI am the sweet, uplifting rush \nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\nI am the soft starlight at night.\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep.\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\nDo not stand at my grave and cry.\nI am not there, I did not die!\n\nMary Frye (1932)
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This is 19 lines, but it is a great poem and a fantastic oral presentation!  Good luck!\n\n \nDylan Thomas. Funny-looking chap, but chicks dug him. \nDo not go gentle into that good night,\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nThough wise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nAnd you, my father, there on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nDylan Thomas, 1951 or 1952 \n\n\nA Villanelle is a 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain. The word is French, derived from Italian villanella, the feminine of villanello, rustic; from villano, peasant; from Vulgar Latin villanus; from Latin villa, a country house. \n\n"Addressed to the poet's father as he approached blindness and death. The relevant aspect of the relationship was Thomas's profound respect for his father's uncompromising independence of mind, now tamed by illness. In the face of strong emotion, the poet sets himself the task of mastering it in the difficult form of the villanelle. Five tercets are followed by a quatrain, with the first and last line of the stanza repeated alternately as the last line of the subsequent stanzas and gathered into a couplet at the end of the quatrain. And all this on only two rhymes. Thomas further compounds his difficulty by having each line contain 10 syllables".
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not sure just know i love the poem where it goes..I am nobody who are you? are you nobody too? then there is a pair of us. Shh don't tell they'll parish us.  how dreary to be somebody, how public like a frog, to live the live long day in an admiring bog
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There are a lot of poems out there.  Could you be a little more specific in what you're looking for?
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Some have suggested that this poem is about suicide, although I've always been of the opinion that its one of those "taking stock of your life" poems.  Everything in Frost has a duel meaning.  There is the surface meaning and the underlying meaning.  The "darkest evening of the year" would suggest its around Dec 21, but the deeper meaning would suggest that its a dark time emotionally for the speaker.  The woods, he says, are "lovely, dark, and deep" and this would suggest that its tempting to quit the road you're on but the speaker "has promises to keep."  This indicates that he has a commitment to the road he's on and "miles to go" before he is done, indicating there is still a lot to do.\n\nThis is why I believe this is a poem about a person reflecting on their life's journey, contemplating what might be, and recommitting themselves.  These are all common themes in Frost (ie The Road Not Taken).