Seashells From The Seashore Comments

While doing a little search for Percy Byshe Shelley I found this interesting quote The leaf of a tree, the meanest insecto on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates infinity. I did not read anything else since this completely caught my eye. I think it is pretty explanatory of the poetical symbolism more or less attached to poets conception and representation of realities. Afterwards, I saw a comment of yours inviting to read your poem about Shelley. And I just wanted to let you know. Good idea to invite people to read your poem about a poet after the famous quotes. So, taking us all back to poetry, since he was indeed a poet. Now, about your poem, I think it has a cold suffering over Shelley's self-esteem and a little resistance claim against critics. Interesting verse, and I found some intertextuality in the varieties you use. Each stands a chance, as it takes its chance on the dancing waters over shifting sands. This is reminiscent of W.B. Yeats, are you by any chance referring to more than one poet through the use of their verses or rhythm. I also found something similar to Byron's rhyme there in the middle. This is why I ask. Anyhow, good poem.

Yes, Shelley wasn't appreciated in his lifetime, but has been an enduring icon of lyric, idealism and revolution ever since. His was the volcanic voice of hope in the depths of despondence, and the 'harmonious madness' of his larksong still permeates the atmosphere. PBS lives!

Magnificent! A well-worded and well-phrased poem. The final stanza provides an excellent conclusion.

Tony What a fantastic poem

I like this poem for its truths, and well written. thank you.