Poetry / Ode to the Indian Summer (Analysis)
O cruel goddess of warmth! I know that you lie,
And envelop the world in your temporal shroud
As chicanery brings you to trick us, to lie
Under every blue sky, under every soft cloud
For I know that the dead crunching leaves do belie
Time’s truth in your swift deadly turn of the crowd.
O malicious dear heart! You bring halcyon days
As you creep in the stillness and wait for the time
When innocent younglings dance in Helios’s rays
And old ones rejoice: no more chill! No more grime!
All the while watching in wait for the praise
To end, as you catch the naïve in their prime.
Sweet temptress of light! Your reign will end soon,
As, one by one, tenderlings succumb to your touch;
And your sweet sickly stillness gives way to the moon.
Yet I lay, all the while, enraptured in your clutch
As your soft shroud unravels in a cold afternoon.
Dear hag, your fill of Gaia’s youth has been much.
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I certainly not not describe this piece as overzealous, but I think that I know how you came to that conclusion. I feel that it is good to release your emotions is such a way, especially as an homage.
I actually like the first line quite alot. Overall, I like the imagery invoked. For some reason, and it hit me very early in the reading, I noticed that there is no punctuation throughout the work, which for me, took something away from it; the dramatic pauses, et cetera. I like this type of poetry, it actually invokes an image of someone passionately pouring out his soul to another. Very nicely done. I would read it over and perhaps think about some changes to the vocabulary. Well-done!
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I think it has texture in the same way Frank Ohara would write.
Interesting. Spiritual and rewarding. Thank you ~
Paul
Wow. Spectacular. The rhythm and the beat are perfect, like skipping along to the story. Thank you. I love her description – we love and fear, admire and dislike. But then your perfect ending – Yet I lay, all the while, enraptured in your clutch
As your soft shroud unravels in a cold afternoon.
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