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haina

  • Narrative Poetry Re: keep still

    keep still we stopped at the café by the harbor docks talked for an hour in the window seat of how you'd take me south in the winter you drank ...

    Nov 18, 2005
  • Narrative Poetry Re: english gothic

    I'm so sorry about the (very) late reply. This year had been completely crazy for me and I barely had a chance to go online. I'm so sorry! just figured ...

    Nov 18, 2005
  • Other Poetry Re: resonation

    This poem was very much an experiment. My try at objective correlative. From the replies, I don't think it turned out as well as I would have liked. This poem ...

    Feb 27, 2005
  • Narrative Poetry Re: english gothic

    Thank you all for these lovely comments. I'm very glad that you all liked this poem.

    Feb 27, 2005
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Stargazer

    I look through the rearview mirror She looks though the windshield Thats such a lovely thought. I like it.

    Feb 24, 2005
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Untitled

    As I was reading this, I got the most wonderful image of two people just sort looking at each other not saying anything. Like a scene from an old black ...

    Feb 24, 2005
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Last sacrifice

    I like this. Clear and to the point.

    Feb 24, 2005
  • Other Poetry Re: summer heat (needs better title)

    I think you need some punctuation somewhere in there. All thats one sentence? Stick in a colon or semicolon. It will look and read a lot better. Otherwise, this is ...

    Feb 24, 2005
  • Welcome Mat Re: Hello.

    Hello, everyone. I'm Haina. I've been writing poetry and prose for as long as I could remember. My favorite poet of all time is the brilliant T. S. Eliot. My ...

    Feb 24, 2005
  • Other Poetry Re: resonation

    (dream of spanish prima donnas―the scent of lilacs) tracing silk silhouettes with trembling finger tips maybe in another life everything was still all right it was raining today and it ...

    Feb 24, 2005
  • Narrative Poetry Re: english gothic

    english gothic june came when the sky burst open seeping in like painted blue angel eyes july was lost on me: london by moonlight i came to visit you by ...

    Feb 24, 2005


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights