This feeling..
This feeling I cannot describe
By any other Name.
Love is rendered sweetest
By the songbirds just the same.
By any other Name.
Love is rendered sweetest
By the songbirds just the same.
This feeling..
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Hooda | 0 | 02/01/2009 |
Guilt | 0 | 02/01/2009 |
This feeling.. | 0 | 01/31/2009 |
The Man at the Seine | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
Lonavla | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
Queen's Necklace | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
The Seine | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
Trick | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
I've Loved a Man | 1 | 01/29/2009 |
Your Best | -1 | 01/29/2009 |
Heaven and Paradise | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
Wealth | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
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