351st Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 351st Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today’s poem is from Walter Savage Landor:
Mother, I Cannot Mind my Wheel
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: Oh! if you felt the pain I feel! But Oh, who ever felt as I!
No longer could I doubt him true; All other men may use deceit: He always said my eyes were blue, And often swore my lips were sweet. What do you think?
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