Thursday, January 1, 2004

A Thunderstorm Comments

Rating: 2.8

A moment the wild swallows like a flight
Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.
The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,


Archibald Lampman
Dr Dillip K Swain 01 August 2018

What a fabulous theme! Absolutely beautiful..............................................10

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Lantz Pierre 18 July 2017

Although there are moments of release in this poem when the feeling is captured with a wonderful precision the greater part of the poem suffers for the constraints of form. The images are generally good but only in brief bits does the scansion rise to reinforce the feeling of the ensuing storm. It's hard to find fault with the poem but it also fails to achieve the dynamicism required by the subject. Capable, but not transformative.

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 July 2017

The drenching rain! Thanks for sharing.

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Seamus O Brian 18 July 2017

Here, a simple concept- -a thunderstorm- -but the impressive and majestic sweep of the oncoming storm are released through the power of his wordcraft to draw us into every sensation. Very richly articulated.

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Paul Reed 18 July 2017

I am glad a Lampman poem has been selected as poem of the day as he was a great poet, up there with the very best in my humble opinion. Try 'April In The Hills' for a breath of Spring.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 July 2017

Such a nice description on thunderstorm... Thanks for posting...??

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