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To: 2MAR$ who wrote (6838)	12/22/2000 10:48:33 AM
From: 10K a day	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13018

yup. i liked that. :0)

To: 2MAR$ who wrote (6838)	12/22/2000 10:49:21 PM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

how lovely Marsh and from Solon, he is full of surprises :) Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. Ralph Waldo Emerson

To: 2MAR$ who wrote (6838)	12/23/2000 10:07:54 PM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

i enjoyed that. it presents the reader with so many questions... why weren't the listeners answering. what was the traveler's message, his purpose, that he promised to deliver. and who had he promised. had he come in peace. were the listeners afraid. did they know the traveler. did the traveler know the listeners were present. were the listeners right or wrong in not responding was the traveler content as he left, knowing he had fulfilled his vow, yet been unable to carry out the deed.

To: 2MAR$ who wrote (6838)	12/23/2000 10:45:54 PM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 13018

some comments from others on "the listeners".... There is a very definite way that one can tell a good poem, it leaves you with a very undefinable feeling. You become pensive, stare at nothing and think. A good poem is haunting and that is how it is with "The Listeners" -------------------------------------------- The poem taught me to think about human- communication. It helped me to realise that I didn't want to turn into a dumb listener who didn't respond, but suffered the agony of solitude. --------------------------------------------- Thank you for this wonderful opportunity to share the significance of a truly great poem. This is a magical poem that moves me profoundly each time I read it. Indeed, I have been inspired many times to the challenge of using my own words to paint the vivid and lush atmosphere that The Listeners evokes in me. It is a clear commentary on the struggle for us all to "be heard" and to understand our role in Life. For me, this poem leaves me numbed with each reading, and a little off balance from the powerful imagery and real emotion that it nurtures. This is a classic work! -------------------------------------------- I read this at school when I was little. Poetry was a real chore for me but the Listeners was different. It remains the best and most thought provoking I was ever made to read in school. -------------------------------------------- Poetry was always just some pretty words in a rhythm or rhyme to me, and I did pretend to understand it, but it was not until I read 'The Listeners' that I realised what 'poetry' meant. I was only eleven when I first encountered it, but I got a glimpse of something deep, another world created by words. It screamed atmosphere and emotions off the page and into my imagination and it changed how I looked at poetry forever. I only read it once, but almost every line was engraved in my mind, and I searched in vain for it so I could let it's wonders astound me again, and I have finally found it. Thank you for letting me experience this poem again. ------------------------------------------- cs.rice.edu

To: 2MAR$ who wrote (6838)	12/23/2000 11:11:50 PM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 13018

Five Ways to Kill a Man There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood To the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this Properly you require a crowd of people Wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak To dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one Man to hammer the nails home. Or you can take a length of steel, Shaped and chased in a traditional way, And attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears. But for this you need white horses, English trees, men with bows and arrows, At least two flags, a prince and a Castle to hold your banquet in. Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind Allows, blow gas at him. But then you need A mile of mud sliced through with ditches, Not to mention black boots, bomb craters, More mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs And some round hats made of steel. In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly Miles above your victim and dispose of him by Pressing one small switch. All you then Require is an ocean to separate you, two Systems of government, a nation's scientists, Several factories, a psychopath and Land that no one needs for several years. These are, as I began, cumbersome ways To kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat Is to see that he lives somewhere in the middle Of the twentieth century, and leave him there. -- Edwin Brock