here4foromsonly
Cincinnati, OH
56, joined Sep. 2012
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Dylan Thomas wrote this. Read it years ago and it remains my favorite.
The Hand that Signed the Paper Felled
a City
by Dylan Thomas
The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.
The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill has put an end to murder
That put an end to talk.
The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand the holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.
The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.
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whydo
Hartford, CT
40, joined Oct. 2013
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I prefer open form...
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wench_doctor789
Atlanta, GA
41, joined Nov. 2014
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Mother to Son
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
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yatame3
Buffalo, NY
22, joined Nov. 2014
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The raven - edgar allan poe .
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here4foromsonly
Cincinnati, OH
56, joined Sep. 2012
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I love the Raven as well. 
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mrhankchinaski
Aurora, CO
56, joined Aug. 2014
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Howl.
Especially the part about Molloch.
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here4foromsonly
Cincinnati, OH
56, joined Sep. 2012
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I will have to look that one up. Ty
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chrisiec
Sturgis, KY
38, joined Jun. 2012
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Mother to Son
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
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