THIS was my dream: I saw a Forest
Old as the earth, no track nor trace
Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explorest-
Though in a trembling rapture- space
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One of the master of whom I dared speak ini my poem, poetry am I right or am I wrong. What line what metre what urgency for little poets like us too learn
Browning's poem seems to be about the perennial conflict between nature and civilisation. In Freudian terms, natural impulses repressed by society's demands exact revenge but are in turn choked by, ' pavements, as with teeth, /Griped huge weed widening crack and split...' A very surreal, and perplexing, poem indeed!
Griped huge weed widening crack and split In squares and circles stone-work erst. Oh, Nature- good! Oh, Art- no whit Less worthy! Both in one- accurst! .. A great poem of Browning..... love it. tony
the last sight was the hideous! A City, yes, - a Forest, true, - But each devouring each./// exactly written/ one devours others
This is a beautiful poem on dream well executed by Robert Browning.
My Soul, of silent lengths of way- With what ecstatic dread, aver, Lest life start sanctioned by the stay! great poem. tony
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absolutely wrote- Dares not defile, paved all too fine For human footstep's smirch, not thine- //
Marvelous poem. Trembling rupture of dream world inspires and reveals so much.
nature and Art in combination coming in a dream is a real expression of felt one indeed!
Who are we liittle poets to write about poets like Robert Browning. tony
Awesome imagery with stunning fantasy. Thanks for sharing it here.
Studded with sun and moon and star... thanks for posting....
I know i'm using improper grammer, punctuation, and possibly spelling but... I honestly didn't know Robert Browning before but now I would love to have one of his books. cant afford it.