12-11-2011, 10:35 PM
I went away and thought about my response to your poem, and pondered on my inability to enjoy the Robert Browning on offer the other day.
First verse below
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop--
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Of our country's very capital, its prince
Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far
Peace or war.
because he is doing a very clever repetitive rhyme thingy -
I meant everything I said about your poem - but you knew when to stop.
Robert Browning goes on for 7 verses (of the same length as this) and this made it tiresome (I reckon he was just showing off to the detriment of his poem)
First verse below
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop--
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Of our country's very capital, its prince
Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far
Peace or war.
because he is doing a very clever repetitive rhyme thingy -
I meant everything I said about your poem - but you knew when to stop.
Robert Browning goes on for 7 verses (of the same length as this) and this made it tiresome (I reckon he was just showing off to the detriment of his poem)