1. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    02 Jan '16 17:55
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  2. Standard memberHandyAndy
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    02 Jan '16 19:08
    Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
    Beauty was never in the eye
    of the beholder,
    much rather if anywhere
    in the mind’s eye of the beheld.
    Could you decode this one?
  3. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    02 Jan '16 19:59
    "The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.” ―Marcus Tullius Cicero / "The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.” ―Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
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  4. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    02 Jan '16 20:12
    Originally posted by HandyAndy
    Could you decode this one?
    Introduction to Poetry

    I ask them to take a poem
    and hold it up to the light
    like a color slide

    or press an ear against its hive.

    I say drop a mouse into a poem
    and watch him probe his way out,

    or walk inside the poem’s room
    and feel the walls for a light switch.

    I want them to waterski
    across the surface of a poem
    waving at the author’s name on the shore.

    But all they want to do
    is tie the poem to a chair with rope
    and torture a confession out of it.

    They begin beating it with a hose
    to find out what it really means.

    By Billy Collins (Former Poet Laureate of the United States)
  5. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    02 Jan '16 20:34
    Ars Poetica

    A poem should be palpable and mute
    As a globed fruit,

    Dumb
    As old medallions to the thumb,

    Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
    Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

    A poem should be wordless
    As the flight of birds. *

    A poem should be motionless in time
    As the moon climbs,

    Leaving, as the moon releases
    Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

    Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
    Memory by memory the mind—

    A poem should be motionless in time
    As the moon climbs. *

    A poem should be equal to:
    Not true.

    For all the history of grief
    An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

    For love
    The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—

    A poem should not mean
    But be.

    By Archibald MacLeish

    Note: With an apology to Kewpie for these somewhat relevant sidebars.
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