And we know Living only for money and power Is the way to go. Thinking that We actually succeeded Is a waste. That is wrong, the truth is Our generation was a failure. Never will anybody say, We were the peak of mankind. In my searching I found somone else who was facinated by this and wrote a column about it. Here is a transcription of the reverse poem ‘Our Generation’ by Jordan Nichols Our generation will be known for nothing. Identical twins, 'cept for their parents. Blindness in the poems is not primarily the focus. growing blind, With hollow hands that backward reach and ache For the. In unkown graves, marked "Hare Nor" "Hide" A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best Authors, with an Introduction. "We thought the swords were just plain toys" The blind judge noticed, they were both subdued. They drew their swords, and shot each other. In the middle of the day, one dark night,īoth their mothers, in a state of fright. Until finally their bodies hit bottom and dropped. Through a knothole in a wooden brick wall. One bright day in the middle of the night, Let me tell you a story I don't really know. Then they rode back from the offensive, but they had lost many men so they were. Please come if you can't if you can, stay at home. A stop or a pause in a line of poetry usually caused by punctuation. Wear your best clothes if you haven't any. There's a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only To tell you something I know nothing about. Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,Ĭross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants, The famous speaker who no one had heard of said: One bright day, in the middle of the night two dead boys got up to fight Let me tell you a story I don't really know : The eathen in is blindness bows down to wood an stone - E dont obey no orders unless they is is own. To tell you something I know nothing about!Īdmission is free, you must pay at the door I have collected some of the more interesting and deviant versions of this verse below. The version above appers to be the most simple (and most common) variant. Immeasurable space spreads magnified With that thick life, along the plane The worlds slid out on. It is given various titles including, but not limited to: " Two Dead Boys", " One Bright Day", " The Backward Rhyme", " Contradiction Poem", and " The Paradox Poem". Cherub and seraph, powers and virtues, all, The roar of whose descent has died To a still sound, as thunder into rain. This thing is getting passed from person to person and changed ( for better or for worse). One quick web search and I soon realized that there were no less than two dozen different versions of this poem. After all I have the power of Everything2 and Google on my side. I returned to my room determined to unravel this mystery. most especially obscure and insane things. Attacking one will make it fling backwards, and some Elemental Skills can make it run away and. Gah!!! What manner of insanity is this? How do I not know about this? That is my function. Gestalt, Decay- (Strategy lost) I used Pizza cat and. When all of a sudden my two friends start reciting the poem above at a very high rate of speed. No longer can it be said that environmental destruction will be the norm. It will be evident that my peers and I care about this Earth. It is foolish to presume that my generation is apathetic and lethargic. Sang lofty songs the leaves among, Fit for their only listener, Heaven. And gather’d perfumes here and there Upon the spray the squirrel swung, And careless songsters, six or seven. The discussion is the standard one about military inteligence that everyone has. Here is the first view of the poem Now read backwards When read backwards, the poem has an optimistic view There is hope. In dim recesses hyacinths droop’d, And breadths of primrose lit the air, Which, wandering through the woodland, stoop’d. My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.So one evening at dinner a discussion of oxymorons and paradoxes came up. My left hand hooking you round the waist, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,īut each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) In the future, I will live in a country of my own making. No longer can it be said that Environmental destruction will be the norm. It will be evident that My peers and I care about this Earth. It is foolish to presume that My generation is apathetic and lethargic. I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured. When read backwards, the poem turns into an optimistic view. My son emailed me – “Where did you find this?” so I sent him a link to this page. When I left teaching, students gave me a gift: Leaves of Grass. When I was a teacher, I used the following passage all the time. Especially on this day in this era, as those of us in America work to keep our foundation and legacy healthy. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this.
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