The First and Only Leap
The branches jumped into the stream, I wanted to jump first. The pain the anguish and the cold I bluntly saw the worst. The river’s edge grew near and near I jumped to oppose the brim. But as things always go for me, instead I took a swim.Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Fallens Fall | 2 | 04/25/2011 |
| You get what you paid for | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| Blinded by sight | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| My Orchestra | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Paths | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Russian roulette | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| The First and Only Leap | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| One path | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| The Arena | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Consciousness | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
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