Critical Analysis #2 |
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The Vale of Har |
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Aurelian Member
since 2007-03-20
Posts 109TX, USA ![]() |
I shall now descend down to Har And live there in still-river solitude. The warbling of the bluebird And the red-rimmed sky Encompass my world, And the soft whispers of the night-wind -The evening’s blinking eye- Shall tell me in the surging of my blood All I know and ever need. The clouds drift and fade The oak-leaves spin and flutter. I breathe the heady brew of forest mold, Of the sunlight’s gold ambrosia I shall drain many a chalice. Glimmer light, glow soul, sing, sing Rise, rise, come and remember The bent paths and winding stairs The last words and the broken Strong - I need no Troy to burn To breathe this air is life itself. |
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minus Member
since 2007-03-24
Posts 75 |
'the last words and the broken strong' is almost as good as 'and the soft whispers of the night wind-the evenings blinking eye' but 'to breathe this air is life itself' presented with such defiance does it for me. |
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