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  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Galaxy

    Aha, it seems I too, have fallen in love with your poem! My heart constricts here, I taste salt: primordial, raw, and teeming, and I understand what it means to ...

    Jan 5, 2012
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Head vs. Heart

    I'm relatively unpracticed at critical analysis, so bear with me. I like your poem, but parts of it are a bit confusing. Here, to start, grammatical suggestions. You live in ...

    Jan 4, 2012
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: When your Touching me

    To start, this is a lovely poem. The descriptions are simple and clean, leaving the poem light, but emotionally charged. That being said, there are a few grammatical errors, here ...

    Dec 29, 2011


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien