Its Passing By

I love how the mountains melt into hills and then into plains and pour out into rushing rivers rolling towards the sea; how the blue sky encloses all and finally reveals nature’s wider form in the dark of night, away from the light, when all is stark and clear; where some great fir trees obscure …

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What Has Passed

Rough the flower is when trampled that cannot form the petals round, no more make the scene of beauty, the symbol of renown. But though I love the beauty untouched and pristine, I still see in the broken color a sense somewhat unseen. What is crushed once was full, and what is dead once did …

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Shakespeare: The 64th Sonnet

Preface I will be publishing essays from now on analyzing individual poems on the blog. Rather than trying to cover broad topics, I find that this will be a more useful and focused exercise, for not only myself, but hopefully for any readers as well. It will also narrowly confine the discussion to poetry qua …

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