Open Poetry #42 |
Epitaph - On Ms. Marion |
Fareed Member
since 2008-02-08
Posts 75 |
The highland girl who died in her blossom – on the fourth day of August. Here rests but a merry lass, Hushed, once days did pass, Whose laughter led veteran tear, Aforesaid damsel sleeps here. O’er Alps, under sugarberry, Wailed by this forlorn prairie, Certain, for her being blest, Foremost angels shall manifest. Lived under virtues so many, The comeliest belle than any, Alas, what fate had to bring, For who lacked the seraphic ring. What Nordic maid left above, Torn asunder tales of calf love, Brace of sapphires, in truth, Eyed by many unheard-of youth. O’ high winds, why ye repine? When ‘tis low among alpines, Yon, whence the bells didn’t toll, Ye, not the sorriest of them all. Eventide dies, I yet inscribe, Unforeseen role, sans my bagpipe, Words, grim to engrave in rain, As I shroud my tone, in vain. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful romantic epitaph, the melancholic tune permeates your words, love the rhythm you created. love Margherita |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Such an old world feel...a poem from centuries back... it felt good to wear this one, Fareed. Thank you. |
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Fareed Member
since 2008-02-08
Posts 75 |
Thank you so much for liking it, Margherita and Sunshine. The ancient look indeed is my thing. I'm glad to have made you enjoy it |
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Fareed Member
since 2008-02-08
Posts 75 |
And of course it was Alexander Pope inspired piece. |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
Fareed this was very good, I have read Pope but prefer Alfred Lord Tennyson, especially 'The Lady of Shallot' I am sure you must have read it, if not I'm sure you would enjoy his work it is very accessible....John .There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Beautifully penned ARCTIC WIND |
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LadyTom Member
since 2008-02-29
Posts 353LA, CA |
very classical. enjoyed the read. You write fine poems. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Fareed, Most beautiful. Alison |
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Fareed Member
since 2008-02-08
Posts 75 |
Thank you so much for your words. It is really appreciated to receive such. Alfred Lord Tennyson is immense but I was actually inspired by the epitaphs of Pope to write this one, but of course it follows the different path altogether. |
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