Ode on Nostalgia

A powerful feeling...

My heart now aches with sleepy dreariness:

    A dreamy wake from whose dull, soothing spell

I can’t awake, nor can I sleep to bless

    My dreams with profound ecstasy as well

    For all recurring visions, sweet and deep,

         Have turnéd to a black and empty void,

               And all the stepping stones of pale night

         Are clouded by the mists of murky sleep,

     Bedewed with memories that I enjoyed:

The visions with which I can’t reunite.  

 

My mind now pines for all those moments when

    Endured had love and bliss before slow time

Had bound such moments once and then again

    Shall bind more dreams and memories, sublime

    Oh, vista of my dreams, unseen, unheard

        Your brow is laid with shawls of quietness

            Your pinions are held tight with the chain

        Of all my visions; fly then, flame-plumed bird

    And sing such sacred song you can’t express

Once I now free you from my wilting brain

 

My tears are of ripe joy and bliss’s ruth

    And though my days are thus outright expelled

I shall keep in my core, the flames of youth

    Which once I had in early years, beheld

    Sweet memories, ye shaking leaves, adieu

        I bid you well in winter and in spring

            A-flickering before fate’s icy breath

        And though, no longer, shall I see all you

    I’m glad you flew upon nostalgia’s wing

And warméd my cold heart before my death

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Well written! The metaphors are outstanding!

Regards,
Al

[jonah]

hi, Gleb! i decided to check out this poem of yours. i was so satisfied. i myself am a nostalgic person. sometimes i find myself sitting and laying my back at the wall thinking of my childhood, my sweet young years when time was magical and precious, saved in the bonds of family and loved ones. this poem conveys it sweetly. beautiful wording, slow, melancholic ending. greatly written from the heart.

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Odes are good forms to give vent to the poetic urge that might have accumulated, with all the inspirations encountered. You sure made great fun writing it, as seen in the lines. Enjoyable read.

[Blood Ink Diary]

Such a gorgeous poem that mingles in sweet nostalgia.. Truly relished !
cheers

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you so much.

[Abdul Aziz]

Beautiful, Gleb! There are lines of utmost beauty in this poem. There are shades of Wordsworth and Keats here in your words.
"Your brow is laid with shawls of quietness
Your pinions are held tight with the chain
Of all my visions;"

"Sweet memories, ye shaking leaves, adieu
I bid you well in winter and in spring"

is the kind of exquisite poetry one hopes to write all the time, but can't.
This is one of your very best, my friend!

[Blue]

"Sweet memories, ye shaking leaves, adieu
I bid you well in winter and in spring
A-flickering before fate’s icy breath
And though, no longer, shall I see all you
I’m glad you flew upon nostalgia’s wing
And warméd my cold heart before my death"

An intense poem that touched my soul. You have masterfully woven an excellent poem with a classic touch, Glen. I'm in awe of your talent.

[Shaquana Adams]

Bedewed with memories that I enjoyed:
The visions with which I can’t reunite.

I’m glad you flew upon nostalgia’s wing
And warméd my cold heart before my death

Very beautifully written :)

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Beautifully written..

Keep Writing!!

[Pryde Foltz]

And all the stepping stones of pale night
Are clouded by the mists of murky sleep,

Memories do take on a rosy hue that is for sure. Another masterful write, Gleb.