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Thomas Hood (1789-1845 / London / England)
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I Remember, I Remember
I Remember, I Remember
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.
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Beautiful poem. It reminds me of the house where I was born. Holihocks reaching up to my bedroom window in Church Lane, Kelsale near Saxmundham.
i like the song by Claudia Kilian
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Each stanza of the poem contrasts innocence with experience, the lost world of childhood, idealized by memory, with an adult world marked by regrets and a sense of loss, the latter most poignantly symbolized by the brother who, unlike the tree he planted on his birthday when a boy, is no longer living. Lovers of great poetry are likely to dismiss the poem for its childlike quality, but it remains highly popular with the average reader, partly I think for the plaintive, wistful air of the repeated I remember as well as for the nostalgia the poem evokes for the reader`s own childhood.
beautiful poem. simple and profound!
He can't accept your compliment Gordon, he's been dead 166 years, put yours up, I am sure it will be good.
Great!
Nice poem
Regards,
Arrie
i lyk d sense of innocence, d past.
A poem of nostalgia to read and enjoy the past of the poet!
childhood right?
it's good, i love it
the mind works best
it seems when young..iip