Of all the literally millions of poems scribbled in mankind's sordid history this poem is surely the finest poem available as yet to this paltry race.Until perhaps we are gifted with another Horace Sternwall poem, unworthy as we are.(The illustrations ain't bad neither.)
.another gem from the great storyteller, horacenot an ordinary one but an aceheart-rending and beautiful you never forget it even if you're forgetfulit starts with a dark presentfollowed by flashbacks wryly smiling like a crescentit's all about a lover with a faithful heartand a beloved who didn't know falling in love was a holy art.this work is a WOW!some of the lines... really cut deeeeep:- on feet of dreams down a highway of lies- but why speak in symbols, why talk in riddlesyour hell is real and i'm in the middle- lit by money's undying lightand the last stanza just killed me (i read it a million times):at times like that it seemed to methey were all slaves, and only i was freethe world wasn't old, the world wasn't newthe world wasn't anything, but i had you
thanks mr leo,that covers a lot of territory. you really think it is better than "if" or "the boy on the burning deck" or "the faerie queene" or "howl." or the poetry of basho or william blake or "jerusalem delivered" or - my own favorite - "the highwayman" by alfred noyes?thanks again!hb, you overwhelm me as always. i don't know what else to say. hope you are well. we ( emphasis on we) will stay in touch.
Full of music; the kind that doesn't fade.
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