After The Season Of Loves Poem by Denis Mair

After The Season Of Loves

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Haunted in the winnowing of time,
I grasp at a nettle someone left in my side
Where a delta compounds shadows of troubled sleep.
Such a person arrives on the roads of an era,
Is glimpsed in clearings, bounding with animal elegance.
It is high time to put aside talismans
And rest upon a bed of rippling waters,
To experience that one's ways of finding love,
And his troubadourage that is fit for our times.

Saturday, August 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: learning
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this in response to 'Season of Loves' by Paul Eluard. I paralleled his reverie by entering a reverie of my own. The feeling was like riding a bicycle with training wheels.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 01 September 2017

Shadows of troubled sleep! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Jane Campion 19 July 2019

In the reverie of love all feelings become for its time.i like the images in your poem. In particular, the winnowing of time. I would correct troubadourage. Thank you for reviewing my poems. I appreciate it.

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Feipeng Shang 03 January 2018

For many people, a talisman is still needed To find a true love ...... good work.

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Jette Blackstone 14 October 2017

This poem enters with an elegant opener..the winnowing of time, but the writing really then opens up to a world of possibilities as one grows into a 'reverie of his own.' A man reaches a point where he can put it all aside and enjoy the rippling of the waters (and I confess I couldn't help but read what Daniel wrote) ... Time to take off the training wheels!

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Susan Williams 07 September 2017

Haunted in the winnowing of time, - - - - - - - - - That is so heart-stoppingly beautiful that I paused there and read it time after tine- -savoring it, relishing it, meditating on it. Dang. it's gorgeous... haunts me, it does. You write like an angel, my friend!

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Daniel Brick 02 September 2017

As Andre Breton wrote in the First Manifesto of Surrealism. PAUL ELUARD, OUR GREAT ELUARD. I applaud you for extending Eluard's SEASONS OF LOVE through your own creativity. The scholar Mary Ann Caws sums up his aesthetic (or ethos) : love is the irreducible counterpart of poetry. Do you know the Godard film ALPHAVILLE? Anna Karina is reading his first collection THE CAPITAL OF PAIN. The poems are liberating her mind brainwashed by a dystopian society; I like that strategy: it's reminiscent of John Lennon's IMAGINE - YOU'VE GOT TO FREE YOUR MIND INSTEAD. // In your poem it seems that a person of boundless positive energy is entering the sick society with a remedy of startling simplicity: stop being a phoney; be your own true self; dazzle people with your truth and confidence. You don't show him in conflict with others, certainly not using violence. But rather he is demonstrating the appeal of freedom and attracting people to its marvels. Your poem does not deny the difficulties of love but it presents a simple solution: it is not really an action, he doesn't do anything, rather he clears his mind of errors about life and women, makes himself a lovable man, one capable of giving as well as receiving love. S/he Is ready to create with his/her partner A MORE PERFECT UNION. This is how I interpret the significance of your imagery, for example, the image of the man as a troubadour of modernity or a man BOUNDING WITH ANIMAL ELEGANCE.

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