His poems on death followed just one direction:
finality---no hope of Resurrection;
always a sad lament, majored on loss,
as if he had no knowledge of Christ's cross,
or of the promise of the emptied tomb.
No, this poet preferred verses of gloom.
Though death inspired him, each and every time,
most of his lines endstopped with fumbled rhyme.
He did not seem to know how to enjamb.
And for his style, only few give a damn.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
Chravus Von Krevice was a German scribbler, resident in France, for most of his lifetime (1775-1848). Almost all of his poems were declarations of the deaths of famous people or celebrities. His inability to write elegant verse, and his fixation on one subject, were thoroughly and negatively reviewed (and vociferously rebuked) by the Poet, Alphonse de Lamartine, and the novelist, George Sand. When the Second Republic of France was proclaimed in 1848, Chravus Von Krevice was seized by an apoplexic stroke, and dropped dead on the spot. No one, apparently, composed an elegy in his style, or any other, for him.
For this reference I am indebted to Donald Barthelme for the reference to Peter Scatterpatter (translator of A Manual For Sons) in his novel, The Dead Father. During my research into Peter Scatterpatter's translating career, I stumbled upon the reference to Chravus Von Krevice. Chravus Von Krevice is also mentioned, somewhat obliquely, in Voltaire's annotations to his own poem, Poeme Sur Le Desastre De Lisbonne, which was published in 1756.
Inrterestingly sad and to
Inrterestingly sad and to "peddle" sadness without offering a sliver of hope is a shade darker it would seem than direct condemnation. Self-condemnation is the worst of all that even direct condemnation from others cannot unseat.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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Thank you, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Starward