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I hate this poem. Really loathe it, the original I mean.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one day
sailed far away from our earth,
into the blue skies and dark heavens.
"Where are you going, and what
do you wish?"
The vibrant, dancing sun spoke.
"We have come to sprinkle stars
into the firmament;
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

poet Eugene Field
published on March 9, 1889.
The original title was Dutch Lullaby.

When I was a child I guess about three
Mother it seems wanted to frighten me
Or so it seemed by the words she spoke
As she sent me to bed, away from folk.

There will be a boat waiting for thee
There in the boat will be nasty’s three
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod will be there
Each with their silly vacant stare.

As I walked out one evening,
down Bristol Street,
crowds lie on the pavement
And down by the river

Listening to a lover singing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps
And the salmon sing,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
Is hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

When I have Fears... Final rewrite (Imagery Workshop)

The original submitted by wesley-
When I have fears...
John Keats (1795-1821)

When I have Fears... Stripped (Imagery Workshop)

The original submitted by wesley-
When I have fears...
John Keats (1795-1821)

Imagery Workshop Final Rewrite

Original submitted by Weird Elf;
....
Look at the sky! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!
Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.
Buy then! bid then! — What? — Prayer, patience, alms, vows.

My heart aches, and numbness pains
My sense,
One minute passed:
Not through envy of thy happy,
But being too happy in happiness,
That thou, Dryad
In some plot,
Of trees, and shadows,
Singest of summer.

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the moon, at the branch
at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the ash
or the log,
everything carries me to you.

Well, now,
if you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you .

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

INFANT SORROW ( imagery shop final assignment)

Infant Sorrow by William Blake

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-band
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

stripped version :

Mother groaned, father wept
into the world I lept

Struggling in hands
striving
I thought best
to sulk
Rewritten version :

As I walked out one evening - W. H Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

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