Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Come Here Comments

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come here, come here beloved one

moonlight seems too pale against thy face
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Baharak Barzin
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Bharati Nayak 14 February 2020

come here, come here beloved one night seems soundless after you said the words come here, come here beloved one my fireplace turned ice cold after your burst come here, come here beloved one death lost dread tonight - - - - - -I chanced up on this poem today, that is celebrated as Valentine's Day throughout the world.The intensity and depth can not be better expressed as in this poem.

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Dr Antony Theodore 10 June 2017

Oh beloved one come Moonlight, night, your words, fireplace, death, dread , , so many points i collected from ur poem. Thank you dear poetess. tony

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Siddartha Montik 16 December 2016

Time and again I have to read this poem for a Balance! I don't have to comment much here but have it in heart! Thank you Poet! 10! +++

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Baharak Barzin 16 December 2016

Thanks

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Daniel Brick 15 December 2016

By the end of your poem that refrain invitation of COME HERE is irresistable. Why? Because the even numbered lines give such amazing reasons for the speaker's desire for his presence. The speaker doesn't just make a general statement that could apply to many, many people, but rather very specific statements that show how closely she has observed him, come to desire him, wants to share with him. For example, the physical heat of the fireplace cannot match the metaphorical heat of his passion, or the brightness of the moon pales compared to his vivid presence. And his presence is so wonderful, time spent with him so rewarding that even thoughts of death vanish. This poem shows how deeply she knows the person she loves and that is the highest praise a would-be lover can express to their beloved.

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Baharak Barzin 16 December 2016

I really appreciate the way you spend time on my poem Your deep understanding of my poems excites me

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Siddartha Montik 10 December 2016

A beautiful. humble yet subtle call for Beloved. loved it. thank you for sharing.

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James Mclain 07 December 2016

Whereupon a rug I sit and still is my each night Beneath the moon upon your face the light pure eye's see through the night And he to whom you'd pray, to you would say and answered right.. iip

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