Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away Carl Sandburg

An open door says,” Come in”.
A shut door says , Who are you?”
Doors

Fame is a bee.
It has a song
It has a sting
Ah, too, it has a wing.
Emily Dickinson

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
Over harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then moves on
Carl Sandburg

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All In green went my love riding
On a great horse of gold
Into the silver dawn.
e.e.cummings

Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Кто говорит, мир от огня
Погибнет, кто от льда.
А что касается меня,
Я за огонь стою всегда.
Но если дважды гибель ждет
Наш мир земной,— ну что ж,
Тогда для разрушенья лед
Хорош,
И тоже подойдет.
Перевод М. Зенкевича

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of a baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
-Billy Collins
Metaphor

To Mark
You are a warm pancake slathered in honey
Metaphor generators

The sweet scent of mimosa in March

You are a sink full of dishes after a party

You are the crack in the window that lets a gust of spring wind inside

You are a home-made apple pie

A mischievous puppy knocking down books

A warm day in April when the ice began to melt

Food
Weather
Furniture
Animal
Flower
Clothes
Write a poem, comparing a person to

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