This is probably not an age of poetry, as they would say! But the entire poetry of human civilisation has been written long back, with its different manifolds. Events have been witnessed with lyrical eagerness, now and then, unfolding myriad images which have stirred the human imagination.
How can I possibly live without poetry? My mind reflects. My mind travels back and forth layering with it the ensemble of all the gems & diamonds of some of the human expressions which I would like to put up for all and posterity.
Robert Louis Stevenson, had immeasurable depths of expression. He has always inspirid me. I would like to showcase here one of his ingeniuties. Follow this,
WHEN THE SUN COME AFTER RAIN
When the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane,
Two by two.
When the sun comes after shadow
And the singing of the showers,
The girls go up the meadow,
Fair as flowers.
When the eve comes dusky red
And the moon succeeds the sun,
The girls go home to bed
One by one.
And when life draws to its even
And the day of man is past,
They shall all go home to heaven,
Home at last.
Best Wishes,
SRD
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2 comments:
Nice. Back to the old days. Love Stevenson too, but never read his poems before.
Btw, nice photo too!
yeah! Loved Stevenson but never came across his poems before. This one is simple , charming and yet eloquent. Thank You SRD
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