Monday, April 19, 2010

The Bull Comments

Rating: 3.2

See an old unhappy bull,
Sick in soul and body both,
Slouching in the undergrowth
Of the forest beautiful,
Banished from the herd he led,
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Ralph Hodgson
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R V Srinivasan 20 August 2022

Beautiful poem which I was forced to read in my BA class. Now at 80 years of age I fully understand the meaning of the poem. Both pragmatic and philosophical Great work

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Noeleen 02 June 2022

Pity him this dupe of dream - I watch a wonderful old bull just out of my window he always brings these words back to me

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Sylvia Frances Chan 28 August 2018

What an epic poem, WOW! Icite here the last lines of his The Bull: Bursts and blusters round the lake, Scattered from the feast half-fed, By great shadows overhead. And the dreamer turns away From his visionary herds And his splendid yesterday, Turns to meet the loathly birds Flocking round him from the skies, Waiting for the flesh that dies. So tragically sad ending of this epic poem. Congratulations as the Classic Poem Of The Day!

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Susan Williams 28 August 2018

Not a romanticized view of nature and its creatures and that is why I both liked and shivered from the words in this excellent piece of literature

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Dr Antony Theodore 28 August 2018

a very good poem, lengthy and splendid.. tony

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Savita Tyagi 28 August 2018

Such an impressive and splendid write. The story of a hero’s life woven so beautifully in the rhyme and rhythm of this wonderful poem.

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yvonne von 28 August 2018

I think the poem is about how things change...how we grow. And how our innocence fades away day by day. The once child so sweet, Now's a man that wept...lies that flies, price of pride...a kid filled with laugh....now's man filled with dust. A dust that slowly fades day by day. Beauty and perfection, now's a thorn filled with rejection.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 August 2018

And the dreamer turns away From his visionary herds And his splendid yesterday, Turns to meet the loathly birds Flocking round him from the skies, Waiting for the flesh that dies.......so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem.

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John Beaton 28 August 2018

Superb! Had me hooked all the way. How are the mighty fallen? Just like this.

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Adrian Flett 28 August 2018

The rhythm and rhyme cannot be faltered but it is too verbose for my liking even though the theme in Nature of the rise and fall of strength as a measure of success or failure is well examined.

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