06-30-2017, 05:39 AM
Hello Richard,
I found your poem moving
It gave me an impression of how you feel about poetry and poets as a lost art. I think your work is beyond mine, but let me try to critique it nonetheless( <-- is this really all one word?!? Ir is my autocorrect messing with me?).
I percieve your perspective of poets, esspecially dead ones, to be not terribly important - or is that how you feel society percieves them? That was a lttle ambiguous to me.
Second bit of the first part again seems to project a lust that you have for recognition of the dead poet but not his work. I agree in a way though, poets are easily forgoten, esspecially this day and age, but some works can no more be stricken from human history than could any other massively contributive arts. So, maybe find solace in that?
The second part takes to embodying the poet in their works... It made me sad, for the writer, to think of the pain sufferd from the frostburn of cold indifference.
The third part is interesting to me... I think, could be wrong, that you were trying to say that the poet championed the people in their stuggles, as workers... could be a better way to.convey that?
And the last phrase/paragraph struck me as odd....
How can you say that cedars are extinct
While yet their seeds are spread
How can you say that the oak is no more
if the earth nourishes roots that are not yet dead??
You may be a sapling sprouting frrom a hewn trunk,
But your "dead" poets war is far from done,
For as long as even the smallest inspiration is born,
That poets soul sows hope of a war yet to be won
But all the best, and keep writing with your feelings, that is what poetry is about.
I found your poem moving
It gave me an impression of how you feel about poetry and poets as a lost art. I think your work is beyond mine, but let me try to critique it nonetheless( <-- is this really all one word?!? Ir is my autocorrect messing with me?).
I percieve your perspective of poets, esspecially dead ones, to be not terribly important - or is that how you feel society percieves them? That was a lttle ambiguous to me.
Second bit of the first part again seems to project a lust that you have for recognition of the dead poet but not his work. I agree in a way though, poets are easily forgoten, esspecially this day and age, but some works can no more be stricken from human history than could any other massively contributive arts. So, maybe find solace in that?
The second part takes to embodying the poet in their works... It made me sad, for the writer, to think of the pain sufferd from the frostburn of cold indifference.
The third part is interesting to me... I think, could be wrong, that you were trying to say that the poet championed the people in their stuggles, as workers... could be a better way to.convey that?
And the last phrase/paragraph struck me as odd....
How can you say that cedars are extinct
While yet their seeds are spread
How can you say that the oak is no more
if the earth nourishes roots that are not yet dead??
You may be a sapling sprouting frrom a hewn trunk,
But your "dead" poets war is far from done,
For as long as even the smallest inspiration is born,
That poets soul sows hope of a war yet to be won
But all the best, and keep writing with your feelings, that is what poetry is about.