I hate this poem. Really loathe it, the original I mean.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one day
sailed far away from our earth,
into the blue skies and dark heavens.
"Where are you going, and what
do you wish?"
The vibrant, dancing sun spoke.
"We have come to sprinkle stars
into the firmament;
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

As I walked out one evening,
down Bristol Street,
crowds lie on the pavement
And down by the river

Listening to a lover singing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps
And the salmon sing,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
Is hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

REWRITTEN AND RETITLED BY WEIRDELF

Fear's Transgression

My heart aches, and numbness pains
My sense,
One minute passed:
Not through envy of thy happy,
But being too happy in happiness,
That thou, Dryad
In some plot,
Of trees, and shadows,
Singest of summer.

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the moon, at the branch
at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the ash
or the log,
everything carries me to you.

Well, now,
if you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you .

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

Infant Sorrow by William Blake

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-band
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

stripped version :

Mother groaned, father wept
into the world I lept

Struggling in hands
striving
I thought best
to sulk
Rewritten version :

As I walked out one evening - W. H Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

I had for my winter evening walk_
No one at all with whom to talk,
But i had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And i thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Infant Sorrow (submitted by Rula)

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-band
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

stripped version :
Mother groaned, father wept
into the world I lept

Struggling in hands
striving
I thought best
to sulk

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off down a river
Into a sea.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The three were asked
"We have come to fish for the herring
That live in this sea;
We have nets,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
They heard laughing and singing
As they rocked in the boat;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Stirred the waves;
The stars were the herring
That lived in the sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—