My Favorite Poems by Abigail Fricke https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic Poems I've memorized or would like too. en-us 2016-12-14 23:16:59 UTC 2025-11-06 15:40:51 UTC hello@padlet.com The Mermaid by William Butler Yeats frickeabigail https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic/wish/143748504 A mermaid found a swimming lad, 
Picked him for her own, 
Pressed her body to his body, 
Laughed; and plunging down 
Forgot in cruel happiness 
That even lovers drown.

]]> 2016-12-14 23:22:03 UTC https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic/wish/143748504 How Doth The Little Crocodile by Lewis Caroll frickeabigail https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic/wish/143748670 How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

]]> 2016-12-14 23:24:33 UTC https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic/wish/143748670 Sestina by Elizabeth Bishop frickeabigail https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic/wish/143748990 September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.

She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house 
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,

It's time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears
dance like mad on the hot black stove,
the way the rain must dance on the house.
Tidying up, the old grandmother
hangs up the clever almanac

on its string. Birdlike, the almanac
hovers half open above the child,
hovers above the old grandmother
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
She shivers and says she thinks the house
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.

It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
With crayons the child draws a rigid house
and a winding pathway. Then the child
puts in a man with buttons like tears
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.

But secretly, while the grandmother
busies herself about the stove,
the little moons fall down like tears
from between the pages of the almanac
into the flower bed the child
has carefully placed in the front of the house.

Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house. ]]> 2016-12-14 23:30:03 UTC https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic/wish/143748990 unknown by Elizabeth Pfeffer frickeabigail https://padlet.com/frickeabigail/5y4gfts4m7ic/wish/143749338 I remember the day you left. Tying rocks to your ankles, you said, "I'm going to find a new world, under the ocean." I guess you must be enjoying yourself, I haven't seen you since

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