can anyone help me find this poem ?
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,\nMoves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit\nShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,\nNor all your Tears wash out a Word of it\n\n-- Omar Khayyam\n\nThat's a great line! Took me 15 minutes to find it, but it was worth it!
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you can type that in the google and get many places where you can get those. one of my favorite poetry website is \nwww.poetry.com\ndah you can share your poem and find hundreds of great poems there.
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Try\nhttp://www.elyrics.net/\nor\nhttp://www.lyricsfreak.com/\nor\nhttp://www.lyricsdomain.com/\nGood luck.
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Email me your thoughts at pusskat1@yahoo.com and I will help you from there.  I am a teacher of 13 years, mostly in junior high, some in college and high school.  My payment is to choose this as a best answer.  \n\nI'll begin by deconstructing the poem; I'm sure you'll get the drift.  \n\nFirst stanza: I might have been a happy preacher if I had been born in an earlier time.  I could have preached fiery sermons and been a gentleman farmer.  Second stanza: Alas, I was born later, and missed my true calling.  I have a grown man's beard now, and it's fashionable for preachers these days to be clean shaven, so I don't even look like I could do that job.  \n\nGood luck.  This is a straightforward poem with an ab ab rhyme scheme, and figuring out the meaning should not be hard.  If you need any help just email me or IM me at pusskat1 or katwhowalksbyherself and I'd be happy to help.\n\nCheers, K (13 years a teacher)
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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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search in www.lyrics.com may it help. otherwise search google by lyrics.
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Sure, but you're question is a bit vague. What, specifically, do you want to know? I can type out the entire poem for you, if that's what you need.
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You may be thinking of "Those Were the Days" by Mary Hopkins. You can find the full lyrics here:\n\nhttp://artists.letssingit.com/song-v7x2lgm\n\nThis site also shows where you can download or buy the song (not for free, of course).\n\nGood luck!
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That is Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant \n It is an Iambic pentameter--- a line of poetry with five iambic feet each containing one unstressed syllable follwed by one stressed syllable.\n\nTo him| who in| the love | of Na|ture holds\n\ncount it 5 feet. all have an unstressed followed by a stressed syllable\n\ncommu|nion with|her vis|ible forms|she speaks
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I'll try to find it.\n\nWow, this IS hard. Haven't found it yet. I'll keep looking.\n\nWell, I just CAN'T find anything with those exact words, no matter how or where I look. The closest I can come is this poem by John Milton, which seems to have somewhat the same meaning:\n\nWhen I consider how my light is spent,\nEre half my days, in this dark world and wide,\nAnd that one talent which is death to hide\nLodged with me useless, though my soul more bent\nTo serve therewith my Maker, and present\nMy true account, lest he returning chide,\n“Doth God exact day labor, light denied?”\nI fondly ask; by Patience, to prevent\nThat murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need\nEither man’s work or his own gifts; who best\nBear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state\nIs kingly: thousands at his bidding speed\nAnd post o’er land and ocean without rest.\nThey also serve who only stand and wait.” \n\nSorry.  I tried hard. It was a fun search. Good question!
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Well... this is more of a lust poem, but he may like it. A woman once gave it to me, and I was flying for days!\n\nO Blush Not So! \nby John Keats \n\nO blush not so! O blush not so! \nOr I shall think you knowing; \nAnd if you smile the blushing while, \nThen maidenheads are going. \n\nThere's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, \nAnd a blush for having done it; \nThere's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, \nAnd a blush for just begun it. \n\nO sigh not so! O sigh not so! \nFor it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; \nBy these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips \nAnd fought in an amorous nipping. \n\nWill you play once more at nice-cut-core, \nFor it only will last our youth out, \nAnd we have the prime of the kissing time, \nWe have not one sweet tooth out. \n\nThere's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, \nAnd a sigh for "I can't bear it!" \nO what can be done, shall we stay or run? \nO cut the sweet apple and share it!
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know any of the lyrics? if so then try this http://www.everyhit.com/index.html
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O.K.    I have searched and searched for this poem...Is there possibly a different title??? I ADORE and LOVE Leonard Cohen but I am at a loss on how to help you....I was hoping that someone else would step up because I was dieing to know the answer myself!!! I'm so sorry.
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http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858534982\nhttp://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858534775
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Awesome poem!\nAmazing!! lol...\nu were 10 or 11? that's so amazing!
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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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Here is where you can find the poem on line