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Thread: Poetic License
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Firenze
Ordinary decent pagan
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During the run of Verseworks there were posts expressing disappointment that there had been no mention of this, or not more discussion of that. Well, here's your chance.
All things pertaining to poetry: reading, discoveries, translations, neglected, poets, schools, movements, good, bad, lost, found, written on the subway walls.
Anything at all.
[ 21. September 2014, 08:11: Message edited by: Firenze ]
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itsarumdo
Shipmate
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Posted
It Couldn’t Be Done
BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
It was a gift to me from old Tommy, who must have been about 75, who ran an allotment near where * lived when * was about 6yo. So about ** years ago. Just a few years after EA Guest passed on.
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