Such princely and linguistic feats
As penned by Shelley, Byron, Keats
Though rich and eloquently grand
Are oft` too deep to understand
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ungilded words and simple verses attract my attention…delightful poem!
Simply beautiful and magnificent. So lovingly written. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this from start to finish. I see warm, welcome echoes in your poems Valerie of my favourite poet and her name is Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this sparkling gem. Rated 10++ and added your good self and this poem to my favourite poets and poems list. I thank you again and take care.
Then simple verses should reveal The inspiration that I feel....a thoughtful poem, I agree with your thoughts.
Humbly bow's in the general direction of your hearts poetic wisdom.
Amen! I think the gap comes as a function of the colloquial speech of our separate times but more so of the romantic period's insistence on the use of form. (Exquisite poem btw...) Not only are they using words that are either unfamiliar to us - several generations removed - or also those which have changed informal meaning - but they are stuffing them into boxes to make them conform to some (imo) random constraints of some poetic form or another. It is hard enough to decipher our own contemporary poets when squeezing words to fit let alone someone from two centuries ago. But I will agree that their poetry is most beautiful - even if some of their personalities were not....
Your poem raises a vexed question concerning the sheer difficulty of understanding the preliminary, surface meaning, much less symbolic, psychological, mythic levels, of many poems. However, I just keep reading and re-reading and do not surrender. There are still passages in Shelley, a favorite of mine, I do not understand. Someday I might. In the meantime, I stay close to the poet by staying close to the words. Your approach is also fruitful. You wrote a poem about opaque poems in language that is simple and direct and thoroughly satisfying.
Of men and rats and mice and men Then there's a woman named Dohren The words of Valerie are ours Before the canon ball devours I've come to grips with bloods and crips Of every poison gauntlet sips From the un to the Romantic From the Gulf or the Atlantic I've sufficed my appetites Over lunch and satellites While the words we weave will woe Silent kept shall overthrow May we never be redundant While our Dohren is abundant. P.X 3.21.14
....your poems have passed in doing so, it has fulfilled all your expectations.....great wrk dear
A very lovely poem. I really like it. The poem is very flowing. Bien!
You have a truly eloquent pen dear poet... Literally beguiling... ;)
Wow, really neat! I loved it. You have the gift! If you find the time, check out my poem with the same title. Keats is my favorite poet of all time. His greatness comes not only through his poetry (there are some of his poems I'm not too crazy about) , but his comments on poetry contained in letters he wrote to friends and family. Thanks again. Ciao! (I re-sent this comment because I wanted to clarify the first message and correct a couple of typos. I detest the comment submission procedure on this site - especially the number of wrong verification code flags even when there's a correct match of those numbers!)
Exceptionally brillian write ma'm...cant' say anything anymore: -)
i agree with sister Shahzia. beautifully crafted with humble ink. warm regards
a hub of inspiration..............the court of majestic poetry..........Million Thanks for sharing.
Fantastic Valerie. Your line Are oft too deep to understand is a good reflection on many people's views on poetry and what turns them off. Brilliant! : -)
Stunning and true, I write between the lines and I am an armature, how much more as regards the greats, full marks