Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.
Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows… then silence. I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain
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Beautiful
This is a beautiful poem, though there are no merry notes in it but it speaks of the loneliness of a person who lives in this world of multitude. The common theme throughout Katherine's work is human psychology. She always portrays such colors in her poem, which spell out a peculiar human ...sometimes deep human feelings, and loneness is one such feeling of a thinking mind. -
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Excellent
A simply superb sonnet! Absolutely excellent! -
8/10
I think, and I am not putting down this piece at all but, I think children's poems are suited more for you (back then - I know she isn't around now I just read over here so much that it is easier to talk as if they are here - I'm not insane or anything just a bit crazy)than these. I mean, this is good, but, I think you doing children's poems are better.
Just an opinion. A good piece here.
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