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The Broken Dish.
By Thomas Hood
What's life but full of care and doubt
With all its fine humanities,
With parasols we walk about,
Long pigtails, and such vanities.
We plant pomegranate trees and things,
And go in gardens sporting,
With toys and fans of peacocks' wings,
To painted ladies courting.
We gather flowers of every hue,
And fish in boats for fishes,
Build summer-houses painted blue, -
But life's as frail as dishes!
Walking about their groves of trees,
Blue bridges and blue rivers,
How little thought them two Chinese,
They'd both be smashed to shivers!
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| eza on July 23, 2009, 9:28 am | i think this poem is about life.life that is always full of challenge.it imagines about what we want to achieve in life but not all that we want we'll get it.
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