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Post by Alex on May 13, 2009 9:01:45 GMT -8
In the winter, a bock
In the spring pale ale; freshly hopped.
For the summer, kolsh crisped in ice;
Autumn a nostalgic red to set the sun,
Fall a lager to sustain the soul,
and a bock, to light the window
in the frosted nights of winter.
-A.Danielson
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Post by Josh on May 13, 2009 16:09:08 GMT -8
What kind of beer are you currently working on? It must be a pale ale, right? BTW, should I start a "vices/ liberties" sub-forum for the new topics?  |
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Post by Alex on May 14, 2009 19:11:18 GMT -8
Lager, atm. I'm a little out of step.
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Post by Josh on May 17, 2009 21:03:14 GMT -8
Now we know who the author was! Bravo.
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Post by b on May 30, 2009 23:00:07 GMT -8
That poem is beautiful. And true. That old truth/beauty thing is resolved with an ode to malt beverages
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Post by Josh on Jun 2, 2009 16:34:40 GMT -8
So, is there a poetry term for beginning and ending with the same theme? You know, something like, epic refrain or something jazzy like that?
That last line sounds very Frost (ironically) to me, but I must confess I'm pretty weak on poetry.
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