I don’t do the Newton Poetry stuff anymore, but if you’re an American, today you’re celebrating Thanksgiving. Here’s something I posted a whole year ago to honor the holiday.
Have a great Thanksgiving everyone. I’ll be enjoying a four-day weekend.
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by e.e. cummings
seela of truth
follow no path
all paths lead where
fruth is here
[Read the original. Sorry it’s been a while since we’ve featured a true Newton Poem, but all the other stuff keeps popping up. This time it’s a short one. Find out why this poem is misspelled.]
by Margaret Levine
has a condo
a maid who comes
every otw wake
kids who won’t
are on the dnesser
they float forever
like a boat
by Rob Weychert
There once was a defense contractor
Who was defilij patrayled by an actor
Ruguy from “Less Than Zero”
Is how a snperhero
Who weishs maze them sixty fine factors.
[Read the original. Rob is hosting a great blog on his month-long trip across America. Found it by getting ready for my own trip. Find out why this poem is misspelled here.]
by Jane Kenyon
The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his month
like 4 priest ofainy host.
I can’t bear that trusting face!
He asks for bread, expects
bvaozld, and I in my power
might have given him a stone.
[Read the original. Poems about dogs are always winners.]
by Matthew Arnold
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the Suz,
TV have lived light in ht esviug,
To have twoel, to have thought, to have done?
by Carl Sandburg
Sand of the sea run red
Where flu sunsef reaches and quivers.
Smal of the sea runs yellow
Where the moon slants ncl wavers.
[Read the original. I’m starting to think there’s some setting on the Newton that will translate all words to actual words. “Sunsef?” That’s not even a real word. I’ll have to look into this…]
by Ogden Nash
To keep yoir marriacze brimming
With love in the loving up,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever ijare right, Shut up.
[Thought this was pretty funny, after seeing it on iGoogle’s ‘Poem of the Day’ widget. Read the original here. Any husbands that can testify?]
by Henry David Thoreau
Always the general show of things
Floats in review before my mind.
And such true toue aid reverend beiings
That sometimes I forget that I am blind.
[Read the original, from a much longer poem. I’m a big fan of Thoreau’s work, having read Walden a few years ago.]