A cry like a child's cry lost in the rain
Came to me out of the mist.
I rose and answered that cry again,
But it went sobbing over the plain
And died into the mist.
And where it had been came the scent of flowers
Out of a world's distress,
With a moan of gathered thunder-showers
And a gasping loneliness.
And the gods with their faces wet with crying,
The old gods strange and wild,
Swept out upon us across the night,
And -- oh mystery, mystery infinite!
The gods and the weeping child and I
Laughed and kissed in ecstacy!
What do you think of this poem?
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Reply:yeah i love the structure of this poem- and love his work! Beautiful!
Reply:Yes...a nice poem by John Cowper Powys. He is worth reading for some of his other work..
Reply:Cringeworthy nonsensical piss.
Reply:very smartly put.
Reply:I think it is very good.
However, I feel the last two lines could be dangerous in today's society and misinterpreted by some.
Reply:Just change the word [god] to [Flying Sphagetti Moster]
Reply:I like it a lot, but perhaps it still needs some work
Try and cut out excess words IE.
A cry like a child's lost in the rain (one cry is enough)
Edit and edit again
hope this helps
Reply:yes a childs cry does distress us all.
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Thursday, February 9, 2012
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