Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Death Of A Poet Comments

Rating: 5.0

Far from the din of madding crowd,
And away from the bustle of city streets,
I withdrew into a solitary spot,
To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse.
...
Read full text

Valsa George
COMMENTS
Dr Dillip K Swain 07 November 2022

Like a soldier vanquished in a war... the striking line of this poem. Appreciated the esteemed poet Mondal's meticulous review of this poem.

0 0 Reply
Suresh Kumar Ek 13 December 2020

" Unable to scribble even a moving thought" The confusion of every writer Is truly reflected in this poem Proving her talent

0 0 Reply
Kumarmani Mahakul 25 July 2018

Like a soldier vanquished in war, I put away my paper and pen. Blowing out my urge to write, I bowed before all Bards so famed.......so touching and impressive. As per the title you have so impressively and incisively delineated the poem. Marvelous one.10

0 0 Reply
Bri Edwards 22 November 2016

hey, someone else used from the madding crowd in something i read very recently! ! ! oh, well. WORD COINCIDENCE. favorite lines so far: All that I had stored in hoards - Ebbed out into mere froth and foam, Leaving bits of broken thoughts. try brilliant sun or blazing star. that always works for me! beware! the lava! ! is the title to be taken figuratively? i was hoping for blood and guts, under the wheels of an oncoming freight train! i'll put this into November's showcase, Section C. THANKS. bri :)

0 0 Reply
Bill Cantrell 18 June 2016

Topics eluded me one by one, being on the threshold of a vision and have them vanish before we can enter is a place where all poets at times have been...a wonderful poem, I really enjoyed reading each threshold you described.

0 0 Reply

Hi Valsa! That was an amazing poem. It is not the death of a poet. In fact, it is the rebirth or the resurgence of a wonderful poetess called Valsa! You have paid tribute to all the great poets of the yore. Here, is a bouquet of roses for this masterpiece!

0 0 Reply
Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek 31 January 2016

But as I started scrawling down, All that I had stored in hoards - Ebbed out into mere froth and foam, Leaving bits of broken thoughts. Wow. What an an image Valsa. You are writing with the whole literary heritage at the back of your mind. You used eloquent references and intellectual hints. I liked it so much, Valsa.

0 0 Reply
Souren Mondal 20 November 2015

What a beautiful poem on this subject! I loved how you began with Gray's 'Elegy' and perhaps a bit of Hardy in there too, silently making their presence being felt, while Shakespeare, Shelley, Emily Dickinson, and Thomas Sterns Eliot make a direct appearance as we move along... I am not sure whether the 'The Blazing Sun' is a reference from our favourite nursery rhyme or someone else's work... But as the great E. M. Foster once mentioned in his book 'Aspects of the Novel' that all novelists from all ages can be imagined to be writing simultaneously in a single room, or Eliot's famous saying that a poet should have the 'entire literature of Europe from Homer to present in his bones', I could feel a river of history of the English poets running through this poem... The finale of looking at the Muse for inspiration is something that reminds me of Philip Sidney... And the reference to the 'Bards' is wonderfully crafted too... A beautiful poem that fuses both intellect and passion with perfection.. Thank you very much for sharing this ma'am...

1 0 Reply
Bharati Nayak 12 July 2015

Oh you bemuse us with your words!

0 0 Reply
Akhtar Jawad 08 March 2015

An impressive poem...........................10

0 0 Reply
Joseph Anderson 26 August 2012

Just hang in there, your muse will come, just give it a liitle vacation. After reading this I doubt your need for a muse.A little libation might help- not to much though This is worth a 10 for effort

0 0 Reply
Close
Error Success