Last Night I Held The World In My Arms Comments
Last night I held the world
in my arms,
and my heart broke into
a thousands shards,
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Beautiful poem and I too appreciate Edmund's writing. I love how you switch everything around in this poem which signifies that we are all part and parcel of each other, and therefore, or of course, the speaker can cradle the earth in her hands. Well written.
such profound poetry cann only come from the likes of poets such as thee lovely May you reead my Universal poem MY MOM'S SMILES Thanx
Brilliant write, I feel your pain for loving too much and for your sensitivity of never wanting to hurt anybody in this beautiful world, you bleed for the love you have, it is precious gift of the beauty of your nature!
Last night I fell asleep with the world in my arms and today I cry from the depths of my being- Wow.... profound words and there's no way to read this poem without feeling what's being read. Lovely write. Thank you! !
Some poems take time to write but this one just flowed through. Thank you Jeanette
A beautiful spiritual release and an embracing of being part 'n' parcel of everything.
Such beautiful n natural expression. With this poem you surely hold the world in your arms. A huge 10.
I suppose we are looking to be held, Looking for that place of deep connection Nosheen
Wow starry brill and great muse here. Fabulous phrasing too. Kudos. Pls read my poems too and comment if u like any.
norah, the title and first line sing. the lyrical irish in you comes through. -glen
Funny you say that Glen my grandfather was a well known song writer Patrick (Paddy) Tunney But I must admit I haven't a note in my head and you would run as fast as your legs could carry you if I started to sing.
What a magnificent poem! But magnificent, although a perfect description of your poem's literary stature, is the wrong connotation. This is a poem in great deeds are performed without vanity or egoism. Deeds like this would bring glory to a Homeric hero and that is precisely what the speaker of the poem DOES NOT WANT. He is a laborer in the Fields of the Lord, and he intends all glory to be God's glory. He is rewarded by a Buddhist bodisattva, he helps everyone to heaven before he enters. But the imagery of your poem is feminine, the Mother of Us All, an Intercessor. a figure of mercy.
That was one of those rare poems Daniel that came in a flash after my morning meditation yesterday. I think the last line is key because that's the truth for me. My old monk teacher who is 88 now always told me to carry the world in my heart. He said that was the vocation of a hermit.I lived as a hermit monk in my twenties and thirties. I never felt lonely I felt the world was with me in my hermitage.
There is a powerful sense of unity in this poem, a belonging, which I find very moving. I agree with Robert about its fine lyrical quality. Another Norah whizzing off into my favourites!
I notice when I get out of the way the poem flows better. In the zone they call it Tom Always a delight gentleman Tom
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