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Its been really long since i last wrote a blog.
To be honest, i couldn't think of anything interesting enough to put on the wall. But then i stumbled across my high school English Prose and Poetry book and it got me thinking.
There was a time when i was bonkers about poems and i used to read them through and through almost everyday. I loved they way the words rhymed and the way a sonnet would be sufficient in itself.
I still remember coming across one special poem when i was in 7th std. It was a poem by Robert Frost named, 'Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening'. I still don't know what was about that poem that caught my attention, but reading it gave me a sense of peace and calm. It sent me to a different world and it was like i could feel every detail mentioned in the poem.
That is when i started loving poems and i knew that i wanted to write too...someday.
We have all been aware of poets like John Keats, Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, Robert Frost, E. E Cummings, William Blake, O Henry etc etc.
The list is never ending.
But recently, i came across a very interesting piece of poetry. I was watching the movie, 'A Haunting in Connecticut', where there is a mention of a very strange poem with a gothic representation. It immediately had my attention and i googled it...
This is the poem Google found for me:
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
One was blind and the other couldn't, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralyzed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye.
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!
This rather sounds very funny, but is beautifully expressed in the movie i mentioned. And it really gives you chills.
There is no known author of this poem and it dates back to somewhere around 14th century.
There have been many versions to this poem, the most famous of which i posted here. The excellent blend of oxymoron gives it a very unique and interesting edge.
From the time i read through the poem, i really liked it.
And i hope you do too. If you find any other such poems, do let me know.
Will be waiting for your response and comments.
Ciao
Divyangana Singh
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