by Robert Francis
Life the hound
Fquivocul
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befieud me.
I cannot tell
The round’s intent
Till he has sprang
At mf bare hand
With teeth and tongue.
Meanwhile I stowcl
And wait the event.
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by Robert Francis
Life the hound
Fquivocul
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befieud me.
I cannot tell
The round’s intent
Till he has sprang
At mf bare hand
With teeth and tongue.
Meanwhile I stowcl
And wait the event.
[Read the original.]
November 14, 2009 at 1:33 pm |
This Poem has some metaphors & also connotation meaning which are difficult to any foreign Students to recognize them !
1.What is your offer to solve this huge problem among non-native students ?
2.What is the relationship between Hound & Life ?