Fabulous. I love the final summation, which makes me think of "Love covers a multitude of sins." I do think that you've put your finger on the problem with the Romantics and why we still keep coming back to them.
The universe is his box of toys. He dabbles his fingers in the day-fall. He is gold-dusty with tumbling amidst the stars. He makes bright mischief with the moon. The meteors nuzzle their noses in his hand. He teases into growling the kennelled thunder, and laughs at the shaking of its fiery chain...He runs wild over the fields of ether. He chases the rolling world. -- Francis Thompson on Shelley
And a Shelley refersher, while we're at it: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/percy-bysshe-shelley
Here's an "Ozymandias" refresher: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias
Fabulous. I love the final summation, which makes me think of "Love covers a multitude of sins." I do think that you've put your finger on the problem with the Romantics and why we still keep coming back to them.
Beautiful piece of carpentry. So well made!
The universe is his box of toys. He dabbles his fingers in the day-fall. He is gold-dusty with tumbling amidst the stars. He makes bright mischief with the moon. The meteors nuzzle their noses in his hand. He teases into growling the kennelled thunder, and laughs at the shaking of its fiery chain...He runs wild over the fields of ether. He chases the rolling world. -- Francis Thompson on Shelley
After the death of God, whatever definition comes folds on itself and breaks into a new one. It’s almost pacifying to watch.
Amazing level of control in this, love it.
Thanks so much!
I really enjoyed this.
Thanks so much!
Why run this August 3rd? His birthday is tomorrow. Anyhow—well done.
I'm in awe!
So good to see you here, Lee! And thank you, thank you!
Interesting poem.