The idea is to fill Facebook with a few good poems. The game is easy: To anyone who likes this poem, I will assign a poet. All you will need to do is to post a poem of the assigned poet on your wall, and so on. Shobha Varadhan chose Robert Frost for me. And here is one of his poem... Tree at my Window by Robert Frost Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me. Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground, And thing next most diffuse to cloud, Not all your light tongues talking aloud Could be profound. But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed, And if you have seen me when I slept, You have seen me when I was taken and swept And all but lost. That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 18:39:12 +0000