A Montage Of An Arcadian Landscape Comments

You have so touchingly captured the pristine beauty of your arcadian village relating to your childhood days, so full of peace and bliss. How villagers were so humble and devotees to God is well painted in this poem. I quote....Villagers walk to the nearby temple, / With thoughts so pure and mind so humble. How a little girl was flitting from flower to flower like a butterfly and gathering fresh flowers in her basket is hauntingly expressed. Really it is a brilliant poem.10

So it was Valsa, collecting flowers in a basket, I wish I would have seen her at that dawn, I would have written a poem on this lovely scene much before Valsa! But she is still gathering flowers in the same old basket, isn't she?

beauty in the rustics scenes of India...............well brought out in words...such taht one can see right in your words

I have my own memories of the beauty and simplicity of my childhood days, nothing is more poignant than to be reminded I can never go back...

A literary piece! ! ! fine and refined, with this little girl with wavy tresses is the integral part of this scene... a strong though temporary escape is this arcadian landscape...what if temporary? Do we not live years in moments?

cherish.adorable piece of art about the nature.so all of us have the remorse for our childhood somewhat.and the best memories trace back to the childhood.this is the best montage of the landscape.sounds it is a paradise. cheers~nb

Beautiful poem Valsa, sounds like it used to be a heavenly place. Some lovely lines here, very descriptive and inspired write.

Ahh remind me the whole story of Wordsworth Solitary reaper.... Lines Sweetly glides from nature to a sweet Lil fairy...... Pure display of romanticism..... Wish to read the next episode...

A lovely poem. The word Arcadian is usually used in the pejorative to refer to a fantasy or an ideal of a simple life. And yet in our minds we relish simpler times and places and they become our nostalgic nervana. Usually we romanticise our simple childhoods if they were happy, and why not, but for the adults life was always toil and routine. Please read my poem The good old days, to compare and tell me your thoughts. A very lovely write.

You paint a very beautiful picture. A great poem.

Your graphic description of the Arcadian landscape took us along with you to the early February dawn and no wonder these scenes fill your heart to the brim and make you dance in frenzied ecstasy ! Remarkable! !

Dear Madam Valsa, Kudos to you for having written a down to facts poem on the lines of a few recollections very dear to a poet like you. The fact is such Arcadian landscapes do exist in many parts of India even today. Life in all its variety struggles to manage the old show here and there and when the lands that we have ever been to transform a little by little, we feel like the seemingly appealing charms of the native land fading out.The greater tragedy is our ageing which cannot be reversed. Where the riches and vanity thereof have replaced the wealthy and true pride, life has to be at times like this... We have to compromise with the other accomplishments which could be traced as well

Return to the native........

Smells wonderfully nostalgic. Life is lived to fullest amidst nature. That pristine beauty, that purity, that silence, that virginity....in trance we oft converse even with the non living beings. We are only existing away from nature, and for the generations to come living life would be an forlorn term.