With Great Waiting Comes Bad Writing

September 13, 2008 at 1:57 am 2 comments

Another night, and you are not here
To chat, and laugh, and quote Shakespeare
Time is a blanket slowly knit
and leaves me oft with little cheer

While sleep is good, I must admit
I may have bent the truth a bit
For all the while you are gone
I secretly thirst to hear your wit

And when you rise to see the dawn
I pray the Lord would lead you on
But not to keep you long away
Lest my joy may be withdrawn

Now, I, to bed, with not else to say
Perhaps next we meet, my thirst will allay
Till then, I bid thee a glorious day
Till then, I bid thee a glorious day

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Bonus points if you can name who belongs to that poetic style!

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Nathanael  |  September 19, 2008 at 7:32 am

    Is it Robert Frost?
    It rings a bell, but I cannot remember the poem that goes with it…

    By the way, this is not bad writing.
    I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.

    Shalom

    Reply
  • 2. anon4him  |  September 19, 2008 at 11:12 am

    Correct! It goes with Stopping By the Woods On A Snowy Evening ^_^

    and thank you

    Reply

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