MyNecroticSnail
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without cheating, which do you prefer?
To the Grasshopper and the Cricket
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass,
Catching your heart up at the feel of June,
Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon,
When even the bees lag at the summoning brass;
And you, warm little housekeeper, who class
With those who think the candles come too soon,
Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune
Nick the glad silent moments as they pass;
Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong
One to the fields, the other to the hearth,
Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong
At your clear hearts; and both were sent on earth
To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song:
Indoors and out, summer and winter,--Mirth.
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
I found this mentioned in The Ode Less Traveled, Unlocking the Poet Within by Stephen Fry, a book I highly recommend. Serious, but not deadly so. His example of a double acroustic spells ARSEWIPE.
One sonnet written by someone famous, the other less so. The results surprised me. If you analyze why, you may be able to figure out the great popularity of W.B. Yeats. (he didn't write either, BTW)
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Hmm, has possibilities, half way though it, I feel the need for Fritoes and candy.
Weed,
Need,
well that's a start.
Weel, enuff reverie, which sonnet would you prefer, if you had to judge?
To the Grasshopper and the Cricket
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass,
Catching your heart up at the feel of June,
Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon,
When even the bees lag at the summoning brass;
And you, warm little housekeeper, who class
With those who think the candles come too soon,
Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune
Nick the glad silent moments as they pass;
Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong
One to the fields, the other to the hearth,
Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong
At your clear hearts; and both were sent on earth
To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song:
Indoors and out, summer and winter,--Mirth.
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
I found this mentioned in The Ode Less Traveled, Unlocking the Poet Within by Stephen Fry, a book I highly recommend. Serious, but not deadly so. His example of a double acroustic spells ARSEWIPE.
One sonnet written by someone famous, the other less so. The results surprised me. If you analyze why, you may be able to figure out the great popularity of W.B. Yeats. (he didn't write either, BTW)
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Hmm, has possibilities, half way though it, I feel the need for Fritoes and candy.
Weed,
Need,
well that's a start.
Weel, enuff reverie, which sonnet would you prefer, if you had to judge?
I'm more of a porn at night reader. 
