In his loneliness
the poet began to envision
the whole world
as a field of flowers
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The poet's room is littered with papers. The scorching heat is gentled by the fresh water. The swirling scent made the air heavy with sweetness. The poet creates new kinds of images and expressions. Do we smell the Keatsonian aroma in these lines?
There are not so many flowers here in North Russia - that' s why the poem about flowers seems fantastic even even it is based on reality!
Let me exclaim with Marie Shine.... Wow! I am lost in this paradise of flowers! Their exotic beauty and scent is an inspiration to any poet! I am reminded of Wordsworth's Daffodiles. For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. I am sure your excursion to the flower field has gifted you with such an experience!
Oh the ever effervescence beauty of nature, that no man can ever reproduce even though thru Art and Literature we try. But as a very good poet you have certainly tried with this poem, not without success.
this poem tells the true story of the poet. He will walk through many fields of flowers in his mind. excellent
Your knowledge of flowers is very good. Though I am sure what your trying to say in this poem is more about the poet and his view of the flowers than the flowers themselves, but the flowers are what stood out for me! The majority of them I had never even heard of! But your imagery and metaphors helped me understand what your poet is seeing.What he is thinking in search if inspiration (which is something that all of us poets can relate to if I do say so myself.) I must ask, where did you get the inspiration for all the flowers? Your garden perhaps? You did such and excellent job in sensory! All the sights and smells of the flowers! I'm glad I got to read it.
............this is truly a beautiful poem.....and to walk in a garden even in imagination is an enjoyable experience...just being in the embrace of nature on a mountaintop.... or at the seashore is a pleasure to remember always....enjoyed this beautiful poem....
The poet in this poem reminds me, Daniel, of my poem Imagine Me, written in the first person. One view might be that we seek sensation simply to escape the other things that face us- inner demons or whatever. But then I think, what we focus or dwell on is always a choice, and why not dwell on the beautiful? Paul, inspired as I believe, by the Spirit encourages us to do this in his letter to the Philippians- Whatever is true, whatever is honest, whatever is noble... And it's certainly true that what we choose to dwell on shapes our perspective. Which is why, as I understand it, Jesus deals with this in the Sermon on the Mount in the passage that begins, The eye is the lamp of the body... For the beautiful, the good... Glen