Thursday, January 1, 2004

A Lament Comments

Rating: 2.6

Flowers in their freshness are flushing the earth,
And the voice-peopled forest is loud in its mirth,
And streams in their fulness are laughing at dearth—
Yet my bosom is aching.
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Charles Harpur
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Susan Williams 25 July 2018

at first I was thinking why is this called a lament when all the flowers are blooming and rivers are chuckling- -then the lament begins and oh how it is heartbreaking and everyone of us will go through this pain someday or another unless you don't love anybody

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Dr Antony Theodore 25 July 2018

very good poem. tony

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Bernard F. Asuncion 25 July 2018

Such a great write by Charles Harpur👍👍👍

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Mahtab Bangalee 25 July 2018

nicely penned pathetic pathos- Under the glad face of nature, her face Hath carried down with it all beauty and grace; Pale is it there in that dark silent place— Mary! oh Mary! ...excellence of Charles Harpur

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Ruta Mohapatra 25 July 2018

How sorrowful! It is hard for anyone to accept death. Poignantly expressed!

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 July 2017

Sunken sun cast! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 25 July 2017

It is a blues poem with heartfelt depiction where a loving husband has lamentation for his wife who is no more and has tenderness and care for his children.

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Md Shahadat Hossain 25 July 2017

so poignant writing...

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Liza Sudina 25 July 2017

A wonderful poem on the loss of a wife, full of tenderness and care for nature and children written by a loving husband!

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Charles Harpur

Charles Harpur

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