Primavera

Primavera

A Poem by Bleda
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"Let me in! Let me in!"

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Dedicatory poem to Emily Brontë

 

Come in, come in! O story untold! My soul is barely breathing,

And breathes its last, yes, sweetest death- while my piercing heart is sheathing.

Touch me with thy floral tendrils, sing me an elfin song-

Hear me say goodbye to Winter, ‘tis with thee that I belong!

Early to bed and never to rise,’ they said thou wouldst not come

Rain and hail and snowstorm came, beating chasms like a drum

I knew deep within my icy heart, that it would all melt someday

Now thou art here in my mind, my soul, I ask of you to stay!

Ever in my heart, my mind, my soul, I prithee springtime- stay!

 

Hover by your dreams now love, there is too much left to ink,

Even though I am here now, there is little time to think.

Among the tulips tall and white and the daffodil’s manna dew,

Thaw the cold with springtime moonshine, stars will join in too!

Heaven sends this pensive poetess, on this warm vernal night,

Come in, come in! Love me again, set the dying embers alight!

Lull me to sleep when my ink is spent, and the lines beg to be sung,

In your loving care, I’ll bare my soul and church bells will have rung.

Forever and another day, our story will be told,

Forever and another day, our story will be told.

 

© 2013 Bleda


Author's Note

Bleda
The following poem consists of two verses, the first consisting of nine lines, and the second consisting of ten. All the following interpretations of the poem are applicable:

1. As an ode to Spring and Poetry
2. As an ode to Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff of Emily Brontë’s ‘Wuthering Heights’
3. As if Emily Brontë is writing this for her lover (I have not found proof of whether she was in love with anyone).

Also, 'spring' does not always carry its literal meaning.

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Fantastic rhythm here throughout your poem here!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Bleda

11 Years Ago

:D Thanks...:)
Cute use of the names. I like the overall feel although it feels a little staccato to me. Like the drummer is playing too hard on his snare.

"Lull me to sleep when my ink is spent." Awesome triple entendre.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Bleda

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Mr. Grabinfeld! And yup, I know what you mean. I will definitely look into this ne.. read more
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This is beautiful, I could hear each line singing in my mind. Such a lovely flow and an honesty is found in your words. Very lovely indeed.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Bleda

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Mr. Jack. :) Means a lot!
Absolutely beautiful writing ! You seem to put forth very intelligent writing. You are a master with your phrasing in my opinion. The flow and structure of this is very pleasant and effective. Thank you for sharing another very fine piece with us.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Bleda

11 Years Ago

Thank you soo much! :')

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Tags: Spring, Poetry, Emily Brontë, Love, Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff, Catherine Earnshaw

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Bleda
Bleda

Calcutta, India



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