Dead Poet's Society Ii - Poem by Naveed Khalid
Methinks such schemes are far etched out
of proportion in oblivion of a host,
away from the skyline in a smudge of colours
beside the oak in silent hours of soliloquy,
a love-sick thought on thee,
of fealty's Apollo at my door this world
of shipwrecked dreams!
ages that are dead at midnight lease
of white swan's ethereal Wing:
the stars in secret influence comment
unto the west wind in autumn
e'ery flower upon a barren heath in the late evening
against bright-lit mirror of thy most high deserts;
haystack and straw that to my thought is wed
in a fabric of day-dreams,
full ripe gourd of hazel nuts in my account
that by counting more in prayers under the Archangel's brow!
mother-earth from homeland in my country rhymes,
of many a leafless sunset by the sea-ashore,
oft make wither in melodious accents I, I,
our little john, of harplings upon the sand dunes,
of woe-begone days in dismal shades of age-old grey,
sits still musing o'er the dale at Makatea hill,
a compassed arc that man-in-the-moon under the bolted sky,
my feet half-sunk in stony ripples,
foams of wrath in e'ery skipped beat
of my heart's forfeited first,
that tolls the bell in the backyard of rosemary garden,
too soon shall fade, break lose her oars of snow-capped myrtle.
(C) Naveed Khalid
Copy Rights (C) 2015.
All Rights Reserved.
Date Created: Tuesday, January 26,2016 7: 18: 02 PM
Tuesday, January 26,2016 7: 18: 54 PM
Tuesday, January 26,2016 7: 39: 19 PM
Wednesday, January 27,2016 11: 14: 24 PM
Wednesday, January 27,2016 11: 56: 55 PM
Wednesday, January 27,2016 11: 15: 34 PM
Wednesday, January 27,2016 11: 16: 45 PM
Comments about Dead Poet's Society Ii by Naveed Khalid
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You