Thomas Hood (1789-1845 / London / England)
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Poems by Thomas Hood : 23 / 102
I Remember, I Remember
I Remember, I Remember
I remember, I remember
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Thomas Hood
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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.
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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