These were the meadows where I played The grass was tall, the grass was green And on the singing breeze it swayed When years were chaste and days serene
This was the earth, I know the smell The smell which filled me when it rained And yet as far as I can tell The bond with her has now been strained
Here lie my roots, here I have grown When sunlight still could court the leaves Like vacant dreams the days have flown Now Time stands still and my heart grieves
The sun still shines, I feel no heat The rain pours down, but I am dry A dreary walk on a darkened street A shadowed thought, a wistful sigh
For every second breathes its last Alike its worse and better half Upon the Tombstone of our Past Memories are the Epitaph
The structure is more, well, Augustan (abab) than Romantic, but the theme is definitely Wordsworthian - a loss of the natural awe of nature, or a loss of innocence in general, mingled with a Keatsian swan dive into mortality. The meter and rhyme were suberb, very well crafted. I no longer bother to scan you, which is the greatest compliment I can give a formal author, and which makes my reading that much more enjoyable. I did notice a curious pattern though, not just in this work, but in your others, and that is that you tend to end many of your lines with verbs...on the one hand, it lends the line more gravity and symmetry, but on the other hand, it can lead to monotony. This particular piece is not the latter, but something to keep your eye on. The formalist book advocates a changing of grammatical structure to vary it up lol
The fourth stanza is my fav, and to be honest, I thought the last stanza kind of anti-climaxed from it, perhaps due to the change from the natural landscape to the inner one, though I do appreciate the connection. Maybe another stanza, or refrain, to loop back to nature? Odd, this is almost the opposite of my "Hymn to Nature" even though it shares many sentiments...
You hide your light under a bushel, my friend. This is one of the best things I have seen on WC in the five years I've been here. I couldn't say it better than Rick below, so I'll leave the intricacies of the mechanics to him. Suffice to say that I can see the inspiration from the English Poets here, an inspiration I share. Beautiful poem.
Okay My Friend. This is a remarkable write and wins highest marks from me. This is among the best I have read on WC. Fantastic meter, especially in the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th stanzas, where the opening line has consistent and repeated 4-4 iambic meter. My favorite, and the pause between the first 2 feet and the second, was oh, so powerful. Brilliant, and all within a consistent 8 syllable, 4-foot iambic line. And the switch to the 4-4 iambic meter with pause in the second line in 1st and last stanza surround your words with eloquence.
A rare poem with powerful meter, rhyme, and message. This is among the best on WC. My deepest congratulations to you!
A pure privilege to read! Flawless and incredibly artful.
Wow! Thanks Rick! I'm quite overwhelmed by the accolades! And thanks especially for spending so much.. read moreWow! Thanks Rick! I'm quite overwhelmed by the accolades! And thanks especially for spending so much time on it!
11 Years Ago
Dear Augustus,
You are a consistently fine poet. And this is among your best. And wha.. read moreDear Augustus,
You are a consistently fine poet. And this is among your best. And what's more, this is among the best we see on WC. Congratulations.
Again I think it has been wonderfully written.. Memories and days we have lived truly looks so beautiful when we look back from the present perspective.. It is an outstanding poem :)
his si the best in my opinion of all I have seen of your work the ABAB rhyme following a 8 syllable count is sublime and a favorite of mine.The story it tells of longing is grandiose So many never think this deeply.You ably tell a heart felt emotional bond
A lot has been said about the romanticism this poem depicts. I shall not have to praise this beautiful write, for poems such as this deserves to be inscribed into memories rather than be commented with mere words.
I specially loved the last stanza.
For every second breathes its last
Alike its worse and better half
Upon the tombstone of our Past
The memories are Epitaph
My name is Shreyas Gokhale. I have a PhD in Physics from the Indian Institute of Science and am currently a Post-doctoral Research Fellow at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. However, I guess.. more..