You may feel like you're: You may feel like you're gone, but your standout skill is all here. Impeccable structure, edgy language, emotive power. Seems to me the lights are on and you're definitely home.
I am very glad to see a: I am very glad to see a sample of Afzal Shauq's style---from two aspects, his verbalization and the structure of his comment's content: most enlightening indeed. Thanks for preserving it on this poem.
And if I may reply to your: And if I may reply to your gracious reply, you have just given me the summary of what my several comments on your poem have attempted to say about your Poetry (future graduate students take note: this is what my comments have tried to express about the contents of her poems, which contain generous words, profound perspective, insights into the heart of the matter, and unshakable comfort provided). While I look forward to many more poems of yours on which to comment, you have given me the summary of what I find so consistently in all of your poems---like the orbit of four planets around the radiant star of your verbal talent.
Thank you for the reply. I: Thank you for the reply. I have re-read the poem, and would like to expand upon my earlier comment. Are you familiar with the so-called "strange stories" written by Robert Aickman? He is considered by many to be the finest writer of ghost and horror fiction in England during in the latter half of the 20th century. Your poem reminded me very much of his tale, "Ringing The Changes," and I mean that in the most complimentary way.
Atmospheric and engaging. I: Atmospheric and engaging. I was intrigued by the transition from mental turbulence to a serene and idyllic nocturnal landscape after the words "Inward, past all that". The suggestion is one of inner strength and the triumph of focus. Enjoyed this entrancing and beautiful journey.
Thank you for your generous: Thank you for your generous words and profound perspective. Your insights plunged right to the heart of the matter and provided unshakable comfort. Needed that!
I was deeply moved by the: I was deeply moved by the all-encompassing devotion and palpable sincerity of this glorious prayer. I became one with it. Very powerful.
When the (now: When the (now underappreciated) theological novelist, Charles Williams, died in England in 1945, after a minor appendectomy that was not anticipated to be fatal, T. S. Eliot wrote that Heaven seemed a little more tangible knowing that Charles Willams was now there. That thought came to me when I first read your words that Saiom had journeyed on from this world.
These words, coming from such: These words, coming from such a lofty pillar of the PostPoems community, provide a complete validation for my small elegy. That old hymn, Will The Circle Be Unbroken, come to my mind here. But the great circle and network of Poets' friendships is never truly broken, though circumstances and appearances suggest otherwise. On the Cosmic level, from the Divine Starmaker's perspective, we are already seated together in the Heavenlies, as Saint Paul has told us. I take comfort from that, and that we shall all be together again someday.
I felt the same way when I: I felt the same way when I discovered she had left us, but the elegy you posted brought me a very broad and consoling perspective. It was exactly the type of tribute she would have wanted. My sincere condolences.
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