Ophelia by John William Waterhouse
Beside the crystal water I stood,
Just as still,
Just as quiet,
My eyes rimmed with the cloak of sadness.
I watched Old Man Death take the heart of pureness and step on it.
I saw the Angel Life seep from the defeated mass.
An existence pondered and a life mis-spent
Where is the peaceful image of yesterday?
Well, it's not the happiest of my poetry, but like I said this poetry reflects my feelings at the time it was written. This next poem is perhaps less gloomy, what do you think??|
The wind breaks free...
O, Gentle Wind, hold my hand,
Push me to the dawn,
Let me be free of night.
I no longer wish to fear the light,
For light is in my soul.
A a breeze caresses my face
I walk towards the unknown.
The wind is free,
It blows my hair.
The wind is crazy,
It gives me hope.
The wind is blowing,
it blows past my eyes,
The wind is gone.
La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Sir Frank Dicksee
Quite a different tone to that poem, isn't there? I guess that time makes all the difference when it comes to that.|
Or perhaps you'd care to read one of my favorite poems.
The Lady of Shallot by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Well, enough of my ramblings on poetry, here's a list of a few of my favorite books and plays:
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
Ishmael by Daniel Quinn
The Beautiful and Damned or The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
The Master Builder by Henrik Ibsen
Up the Down Staircase by Bel Kaufman
Quite an eclectic taste in books isn't it? If you'd like to find any of these books online I'm sure that you can find them at: Amazon Books Online. Or if you'd like a review of any of these books e-mail me at ZanSidhe@aol.com.
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