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Date Added: September 04, 2008 17:09:29 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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And Each Slow Dusk a Drawing down of Blinds

This evening
Summer lingers on England's lap.
All day great rocks and towers
Have drifted over her face
As if like Burnham Wood
Coming to Dunsinane,
The Alps were coming to Northumbria.
In the light of a hidden sun
I saw a great open-mawed dragon
Seeking easy prey to consume
As it ascended above the western horizon.
Above me an indigo-blue curtain
Drew across the sky -
A perpetual image of mourning
For the long lost dead.

These are Keatsian days,
Beautiful and unbearably poignant;
Days for saying good-bye to the world;
Days for letting go;
Accepting the inevitable.
This evening sky
Is an ode to the world's passing;
The dark rising in the east
A funeral to Folly;
The red glow in the west
A lament for the loss of a bright world;
That  single star in the sad South
Is great Jove,
Bright with anger
And determination for revenge.

 

Author's Notes:

This time of year and this kind of weather always make me recite Keats's Ode `To Autumn' in my head. It is a much sadder poem than it seems,  for Keats - a qualified doctor - knew he was dying of consumption (TB) and was unlikely to live to see another Autumn and so it proved to be.

The title comes from Wifrid Owen's 'Anthem for Doomed Youth'

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeMichelle on July 17, 2009 04:55:15 AM Report
This is so beautiful! Wonderful words and enchanting imagery. Well done! I'm putting it in my faves!
Comment By: FreeFilthy on October 12, 2008 04:01:07 PM Report
A worthy winner, if ever i saw one.
Comment By: FreeCathy on October 12, 2008 02:39:15 PM Report
Congratulations on such a fine write here and on the award you really deserved this one for sure I applaud you!!
.........Cathy

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on October 8, 2008 12:42:59 AM Report
Your talent is outstanding. A hearty CONGRATULATIONS on winning an award for this steller piece. (which I love) I'm not the least bit surprised that this treasure earned gold. Way to go David!

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on October 6, 2008 10:14:59 PM Report
Oh David!

Now this is just brilliant poetry.

 

These are Keatsian days,
Beautiful and unbearably poignant;
Days for saying good-bye to the world;
Days for letting go;
Accepting the inevitable.

 

Award worthy and so much more dear!

~Cindy

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on October 6, 2008 01:35:39 PM Report
Wonderful poetry.  The historical significance does not escape me.  I like the first line of the second stanza.  It invites the reader in deeper, and you don't let us down as we read on. 
Comment By: PremiumRaymond Pinsonneault on October 6, 2008 11:11:20 AM Report
A beautifully well-researched write David, Congratulations, deserving.
" in the light of the hidden sun " only poets can create this meaning.

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on October 6, 2008 11:04:17 AM Report
David:  well, super congrats on this marvelous work.  Very deserved.

 

Lady Dragonwyck

Comment By: FreeAdri on October 6, 2008 03:06:24 AM Report
And there you go. Great poem David.  Congratulations on winning the Feature Poem Award. 
Adri x

Comment By: Freeb doneff on September 7, 2008 07:17:33 AM Report
Where to start on this one..I loved the history about Keats, how he must have felt!  Your words aptly gave evidence of your own feelings on the passing of a year and a season. I have to say I stand with you and Ali on this, as I have a very hard time each year when autumn comes.  David, this was outstanding. The second verse made me want to cry. So much beauty, so much truth in it. Absolutley delicious..what a wordly feast you have given us, and I, intend to dine well on it.
Brilliant.
b
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on September 6, 2008 02:54:34 AM Report
Wow David...this creation is most impressive. The second stanza absolutely blew me away! I love it! =)) I have a book of Keats in my collection. His ode has served you well...he would be so proud that his work lives on and inspires others.

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on September 5, 2008 03:54:46 AM Report
wonderfully atmospheric and filled with stunning imeagery and deep feeling.

I too, can hardly bear to see the year growing old and the sense of sadness tangible to those of us who feel nature intensely.

The thought that the orgy of materialism that has come to be synonemous with Christmas will be starting soon....is enough to make me run for the shelter of the asylum now ;-(

 

Alison x (feeler of seasons) 

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 4, 2008 09:23:36 PM Report
David,
 Reading this really becomes vivid to the mind...of thoughts to ponder..... I did not know he had consumpton.... I know I have a poem book of his that was a gift .. he was quite the poet!!
 Love ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeA.P. on September 4, 2008 08:54:10 PM Report
i really really like this piece, so visually stunning yet captures the haunting feeling of goodbye so well...it seems so appropriate for this time of year, when routines start up again and a sense of freedom, of summer, seems to dissolve.  I love Wilfred Owen, i like how you drew on that title with such concrete imagery, like "wide blue curtain"...really enjoyed this piece, nicely written.





 


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