It’s been a while since I’ve posted poetry on the blog. I ended poetry Wednesday, as replicating a poem without commenting on it seemed fairly redundant. Instead, I am going to share a poem I love when the feeling takes me. Hopefully, I’ll be able to explain why I have, or have not, enjoyed it. I can’t guarantee an accurate deconstruction, but you’ll know why I find it beautiful. I came across The Old Astronomer ………
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow– You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a ………
Please, don’t chastise or stone me, Or force me into a fiery grave. Instead, let me present my views freely To those who are steadfast and brave. Let my words echo across the land, A right that we value and hold so dear. May my words be uttered without reprimand, Speaking emphatically free from fear.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message, ‘He is Dead’. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, ………
