it does feel like a dream, the last lines remind us that life could have been a dream, that we may reflect on things-love, despair, fancy, bliss, or whatever comes to mind. The sheer monologue divulges that incisive detail of how many layers we truly have, that even when we peel away one, another takes its place, on a metaphysical as well as literal level- that the brain must shift from one thing to the next to keep sanity alive and well. And it is that "nature", that state of mind, between melancholy and bliss, that we may find poetry, meaning, and love
so many thoughts, such a testament, such a sinewed love, entangled in the vines and among the trees, a fruit whose art it was and is to be tasted and revered; ode to nature, ode to keats!
i love how vivid and descriptive this is-every hint of nature, a metaphor for self to be swept away from despair, from the melancholy of society int9 the "growth" of a proverbial nature, a condition that can be literal as well as philosophical
This is one of my very favorite poems. When I hear or read it, I fall into a trance-like state. It is almost too beautiful.
it does feel like a dream, the last lines remind us that life could have been a dream, that we may reflect on things-love, despair, fancy, bliss, or whatever comes to mind. The sheer monologue divulges that incisive detail of how many layers we truly have, that even when we peel away one, another takes its place, on a metaphysical as well as literal level- that the brain must shift from one thing to the next to keep sanity alive and well. And it is that "nature", that state of mind, between melancholy and bliss, that we may find poetry, meaning, and love
Selene is the goddess of the moon, each phase has its mood, tempered in the pensive air
so many thoughts, such a testament, such a sinewed love, entangled in the vines and among the trees, a fruit whose art it was and is to be tasted and revered; ode to nature, ode to keats!
Thank you for wonderful poem...
i love how vivid and descriptive this is-every hint of nature, a metaphor for self to be swept away from despair, from the melancholy of society int9 the "growth" of a proverbial nature, a condition that can be literal as well as philosophical
there is an ode to the past in this poem, that's for sure
i like this poem
beautiful and sad. toms a great reader.
i really enjoyed it.
thanks
The best