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Giant Toad

Post by Guest on Wed 05 Mar 2008, 8:42 pm

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............... I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me.
............... My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great beauty, even
............... so. They see too much, above, below. And yet, there is not much
............... to see. The rain has stopped. The mist is gathering on my skin
............... in drops. The drops run down my back, run from the corners of
............... my downturned mouth, run down my sides and drip beneath
............... my belly. Perhaps the droplets on my mottled hide are pretty,
............... like dewdrops, silver on a moldering leaf? They chill me
............... through and through. I feel my colors changing now, my pig-
............... ments gradually shudder and shift over.
............... Now I shall get beneath that overhanging ledge. Slowly. Hop.
............... Two or three times more, silently. That was too far. I'm
............... standing up. The lichen's gray, and rough to my front feet. Get
............... down. Turn facing out, it's safer. Don't breathe until the snail
............... gets by. But we go travelling the same weathers.
............... Swallow the air and mouthfuls of cold mist. Give voice, just
............... once. O how it echoed from the rock! What a profound, angelic
............... bell I rang!
............... I live, I breathe, by swallowing. Once, some naughty children
............... picked me up, me and two brothers. They set us down again
............... somewhere and in our mouths they put lit cigarettes. We could
............... not help but smoke them, to the end. I thought it was the death
............... of me, but when I was entirely filled with smoke, when my slack
............... mouth was burning, and all my tripes were hot and dry, they
............... let us go. But I was sick for days.
............... I have big shoulders, like a boxer. They are not muscle,
............... however, and their color is dark. They are my sacs of poison,
............... the almost unused poison that I bear, my burden and my great
............... responsibility. Big wings of poison, folded on my back. Beware,
............... I am an angel in disguise; my wings are evil, but not deadly. If
............... I will it, the poison could break through, blue-black, and
............... dangerous to all. Blue-black fumes would rise upon the air.
............... Beware, you frivolous crab.

............... *Elizabeth Bishop . . . A poet of observation.

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Re: Giant Toad

Post by Guest on Fri 06 Jun 2008, 10:03 pm

Beware I am an angel in disguise ,my wings are evil,but not deadly ,great line
This is much like the field trip poems we were talking about at the begining of this as she decribes the droplets of water with no emotion and then goes on to describe everything with no emotion but she has came out of it before the end and emotions are starting to creep in . How do you write a poem without some kind of emotional content ? .Keats did it but how ?.
very difficult . Blue-black fumes would rise upon the air.
............... Beware, you frivolous crab.
Warning an emotion ? see This is what is called a field trip poem

Bobby xxxx

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