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It happened every night. With an unheard, somber sigh, the brilliant crimson sun retreated past the battlefield horizon, sliding down into it's catatonic disappearing act. And,
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on Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines by Pablo Neruda, on July 27, 2005Jesus. This is so incredibly....I can't even word it. The sheer raw emotion, the pleading honesty, every single aspect of this write works its way deeper and deeper into your heart and psyche with each passing word. Definetely adding this to my favorites, I feel that this is a poem that can not only appeal to just about any reader, but will appeal to them numerous times over. Wow.
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on Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, on July 19, 2004This is a very inspirational poem. The concept of living only in the present is a very difficult thing for me, as the regrets of the past and hopes of the future can be very troublesome and misleading at times. This brings out feelings of...almost like confidence. Strength and belief in oneself. The thought he expresses in this, one how to live through each day, is one I firmly sympathize with and believe in.
The meaning of this is very clear. Just live. Don't be hindered by the fear of oncoming, certain death, or whatever mistakes you may've made before, live by the second and only plan ahead that far. The is no concrete point in life, nothing is sure and steady, so don't live like it is going to be that way.
This has a very punctual, powerful rhythm. It works great for this, as the theme and message of it is a very strong, very passionate one. The wording, flow, everything in this goes perfectly hand in hand. I don't think it could've been written any better.
This is an excellent write, one I'm also going to save. I find it to be very uplifting, very inspirational. I'm sure I'll find myself reading this again soon. -
on Astrophobos by Howard Phillips Lovecraft, on July 19, 2004This brings to mind images of peace, first. Mellow, dark serentiy, glittering with specks of starlights and shrouded in the blanket of clouds. Returning every night to see this star, maybe because it is the one constant in his life, or at least night. Dreaming of the world, or worlds, beyond the star, what may lay there, and whether or not they are capable of feeling the same. Then, the last verse becomes a complete turnabout. Peace turns to shock, and hope to horror. Fevered images of chaos and demons, strife and devils. This write stirs both polars of the emotional prism.
I believe the meaning of this to be about the consequences of hope. He so firmly believed that peace and purity lay beyond the star, that the thought or image of anything else scarred him so deeply that the shattered dreams troubles him forever. I think this is kind of a warning. One reminding us of the fallacies of hope, and what can happen if we place them too deeply upon one object.
I particularly liked the rhythm of this, it seemed to follow a kind of bouncy, joyous beat at first, then a faster, more malicious one at the end. The images his wording evoke do the write justice, bring into my mind almost exactly what I believe he meant to convey.
I enjoyed this read. I like the message of it as well, maybe it was meant to be more of a lesson than a poem. Either way, it is a great write, and worthy of anyone's praise.
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on Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats, on July 18, 2004The feelings this envokes in me are ones of deep hope. Laying before someone my desires, my deepest feelings and thoughts, to cushion their steps. It also shows trust. Being able to perform a task of such weight and magnitude is a thing no strong man or woman could easily do, nonetheless a weak one. Anxiety comes with these words as well, nervousness at the outcome of the exposure.
The meaning of this is a simple and beautiful one. These are my emotions, my fears and hopes, what I strive for everyday. Do not take them lightly. Rather, cradle and nurture them, as they may one day blossom. To break one's dreams is to break the in turn.
The structure of this poem is simple, but it does not need to be complicated to convey it's point. The rhythm of it is very mellow and flowing, and makes it easy to imagine it being spoken in your mind. The wording is perfect, I don't think any more justice could have been given to this thought than Yeats has in this. It's a magnificent write, in every aspect.
Overall, this is one of the best pieces I have ever read. Actually the only one I felt obliged to add to my favorites so far. Its message iswonderful and pure, undiluted by politics or biases, lacking hate and despair. It's excellent, and I greatly enjoyed reading it.
