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Two brief brilliant poems, stunningly alike.
Splinter
The voice of the last cricket
across the first frost
is one kind of good-bye.
It is so thin a splinter of singing.
Carl Sandburg 1878-1967
I have such admiration for this succinct little poem. Sandburg has said so much with so little, it is the passage of time, the end of a season; can you not hear the cricket? How many summers will we see end? (or hear?)
The Span of Life
The old dog barks backward without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.
Robert Frost 1874-1963
Frost is equally succinct, he also uses a creature of nature that is so intertwined with man. Man cannot help but to ponder his own mortality upon reading this poignant poem.
Brilliant writers, both.
JJ
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