Alas ! I have lost my God,
My beautiful God Apollo.
Wherever his footsteps trod
My feet were wont to follow.
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I found this poem intriguingly humble and a sad state to experience.
He lost Christ while trying to find Apollo. He did not find Apollo, but he could not return to Christ either. I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem and I hope that my vote will raise the rating of this poem much closer to its true value. Voted 10.
He lost Christ while trying to find Apollo. He did not find Apollo, but he could not return to Christ either. I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem and I hope that my vote will raise the rating of this poem much closer to its true value.
Interesting 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Not being familiar with this piece, I read it with no preconceived contexts. A uniquely narrative exploration of a religious experience that did not come to fruition, but leaves the subject uncomfortably in a state of transition. I would hazard that the subject moved from a somewhat epicurean paradigm to a more stoic form of Christianity, then somewhere in between. An intriguing contemplation of personal cosmology. Well constructed.
A poem on soul heartfeltly depicted. I would like to quote........ But he never came to the gate, And the sun was hid in a mist, And there came one walking late, And I knew it was Christ,