I love, not just those
I knew back then,
But those
Who were young
Back then,
But who’ve since
Come to grief, who,
Having soared so high,
Found the
Consequent descent
Too dreadful to bear,
With my youth itself,
Which was only
Yesterday,
No, even less time,
A mere moment ago,
How could
Such a short space
Of time
Cause such devastation?
I have been reading poetry
I have been reading poetry since the spring of 1973. Since that time, I have found few poets who speak to the rawest emotions, or rawest memories, in my soul: Wallace Stevens is one, perhaps Eliot (at times); and now your poems. Some of your poems that I have read are like mirror reflections of my own experience, some of which is difficult to dredge up. But that is one of poetry's functions. And this is why your own poetry is so great.
Starward
I am thrilled...
...you think that, truly. And you are right, my verse is very raw, and wrenched straight from the soul. Raw feeling is my chief inspiration; and I am so pleased it resonates with you. I like Eliot very much, but have not read Stevens, but will do. And you are right, that is one of poetry's functions, which is why more than any other art form it is so often linked to deep mental and emotional pain. I am very pleased you find comfort in these verses, as they are close to your own experience. Carl.
Born London, residing London Metropolitan Area.
Downhill is a pretty fast ride
It is so short, isnt it.
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Yes, it is...
..and you realise that towards the end like you neved did, and you wish you could do it all again only so much better...
Born London, residing London Metropolitan Area.