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The poem runs smooth till the last stanza,
I feel the one has an excess of sensuous references.
Contain them or substitute with a pleasant imagery.

it is a sensitive poem. Good but could be improved with some images.Much is left to the reader's imagination.

Which one to choose? I really do not know.
Is it the long one or short that I like, I think
Finally end up loving both.

Bob, think I have revised to your satisfaction,
It can be still improved.
Will do later.
Thanks,

Posted a revised version.

Enjoyed the humour.

The poem lacks the verve. I will try to improve, Bob.
Do not know how far I could go.
Anyhow.
Thanks, Bob.

Siva, the answer to you is the same.
I will attempt.
Thanks,

Thanks, Kent.
Your compliment means a lot.

Very well done, Bob.

Revised Version North Eastward Ho! a journey on rough seas in the year 1850. by a trading community, hundred of men, a score of teen aged boys hair closely shaven. ash smeared on the forehead, arms and body, the three lines symbolizes Saivisim Cooks, barbers, dhobis , carry the luggage in iron trunk...

the currency that crosses
all borders.
Like the lines Bob.

It was a big deal, 50 years ago. True.
What did we achieve?

Ken, thanks .

Thanks, Billy.
Pain a blessing!
That which cannot be avoided.

A wholesome baby, plump and bald, with big eyes, without a chin born as a fourth child, lies pretty smiling all the way, a contented child, as seen from the day of birth, stays happy the rest of the years. Two more siblings, boys, come after her in an interval of few years. add to the bustle. The fa...

The farthest turns the nearest. science manipulates while the poor poets eulogize all the more,the missile a and the lander strike. No more of singing the beauty of Moon, the pictures shot by the rockets reveal nothing grand. The planet is another with crates and rocks an uneven terrain not the most...

Good one, Ken though not the best.

Beautiful writing , Bob. You rock.
Wish I could write like you.

Congrats! Bob.

Yes , trimming could make it better.
I will post a revision .
Thanks, Bob

Thanks Ken.

lie my literature books.perfectly bounded neatly covered in brown. They are my proud possession, been with me for years right from my college days, Those days, how I read line by line the poems and dramas. how much I enjoyed, how well I performed, History Of English Literature a wholesome edition, a...

Love the imagery Eira.
the concluding line of autumn;s breath --- a phantom turns to mist leaves a picturesque image.

Michael has summed up the exquisiteness of the poem,by saying it will find a home in Dante journal.

Nicely pictured the eccentricities of Shelley and Byron,
" a meadow of perfumes" illustrates their infirmities with a soft echo.