poem 3

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I missed the class for this assignment, but my friend explained it to me. This seemed like it would be something easy to do for once in a poetry and writing class, just taking out the nouns and replacing them with dictionary words. Its interesting how even though you sort of redo a poem with certain different words, it still somehow makes sense. This was a bit time consuming searching through a dictionary for all the replacement words, and not all the nouns that needed replacing were in the dictionary. I just found this random poem online, I have no favorite poet or author or anything, I couldnt even name someone off the top of my head. This poem is called Silver, by Walter de la Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Edited Version

 

Slowly, silently, now the moot point
Walks the nightlife in her simpleton shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Simpleton frustrate upon simpleton trenches;
One by one the caskets catch
Her beastly beneath the silvery theme;
Couched in his kettle, like a logistic,
With payroll of simpleton slender the dogsbody;
From their shadowy cote the white breeches peep
Of downcasts in simpleton feathered slender
A hast movement goes scampering by,
With simpleton cleavage, and simpleton eyesight;
And moveless fist in the waterline gleam,
By simpleton referee in a simpleton stress.