Alone Poem by Walter de la Mare
Alone
The abode of the nightingale is bare,
Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,
The fox howls from his frozen lair:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone:
It is winter.
Once the pink cast a winy smell,
The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell,
Light in effulgence of beauty fell:
I am alone:
It is winter.
My candle a silent fire doth shed,
Starry Orion hunts o'erhead;
Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone;
It is winter.
(Alone by Walter de la Mare.) **Death. Aloneness. Winter. A poem that mirrors life.
To be alone is so saddening most time, especially when one is missing someone. And 'it is winter'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/1/2024 5:17:54 AM # 1.0.0
This poem is deep and he sees no good thing since his loved one is dead. Many ppl can relate to that I have at one point but it gets easier.