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Rubaiyats of Lote-Tree

Forgive me Poetry, I don't feel you anymore...

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Forgive me Poetry, I feel you no more...and I know not why....

Once you filled me with such passion...

Rage Rage against the dying of the light...

And gave me so much hope....

"What a piece of work is a man,
how noble in reason,
how infinite in faculties,
in form and moving how express
and admirable,
in action how like an angel,
in apprehension how like a god!"

And made me so peaceful...

"that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world
Is lighten'd:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame,
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:"

And kept me in enthralled in mystery...

"a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things..."

And showed me the power of love...

"When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams..."

But now the words "feel" like the sound of heavy raindrops falling against concrete...

May be I am begining to understand why Charles Darwin could no longer read poetry and William Blake rebelled against the cult of reason and the Newtonian Mechanics which robbed the universe of mystery and ambiguity.

I guess without mystery, ambiguity and vagueness...poetry does not always work effectively...

or may be all poetry needs to die in each individual from time to time for it to become meaningful again....

Until then Poetry...I shall miss you....


  1. Virgil's Avatar
    We all go through phases Lote. Don't say it's a permanent divorce. Say it's just a temporary separation to grow in different directions.
  2. TheFifthElement's Avatar
    That's because you haven't read Heidi Williamson who combines science and poetry, computer programming and poetry, mathematics and poetry. Go on read her, you'll love her.

    I think it's a mistake to think of poetry as being about mystery and vagueness. Poetry is much more about precision. Precision of language, giving the unsayable form. There are some great poets out there. You just need a bit of exploration and an open mind to find them.

    What say you?
  3. Lote-Tree's Avatar
    If poetry was about Precision Language then our Law Courts would be using it! And Lawyers would be writing Odes to defend their clients and Prosecuters would be writing hexameter verse to try the defendents :-)

    Only precise Language is Mathematics.

    Poetry, in my view, is about conveying the subjective experience of the individual and hence precision language would not be able to cope with it...