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Exile

Rating: 3.1

By the sad waters of separation
Where we have wandered by divers ways,
I have but the shadow and imitation
Of the old memorial days.

In music I have no consolation,
No roses are pale enough for me;
The sound of the waters of separation
Surpasseth roses and melody.

By the sad waters of separation
Dimly I hear from an hidden place
The sigh of mine ancient adoration:
Hardly can I remember your face.

If you be dead, no proclamation
Sprang to me over the waste, gray sea:
Living, the waters of separation
Sever for ever your soul from me.

No man knoweth our desolation;
Memory pales of the old delight;
While the sad waters of separation
Bear us on to the ultimate night.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 16 June 2017

Such an interesting poem about sadness.... thanks for posting......

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Alexander Julian 16 June 2017

By the phrase ultimate night, I'm wondering if it's the last night, the past night, the great night, or all three at once.

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Liza Sudina 16 June 2017

What a perfect poem! The sad and strong elegy feelings.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 16 June 2017

the sad waters of separation Bear us unto the ultimate night Superb conceptualization.

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True nature of pain of separation, elegantly expressed. A memorable poem, indeed. Thanks for sharing. X

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 June 2017

Desolation! ! Withthe the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 June 2017

Destination! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Anil Kumar Panda 16 June 2017

Sadness is dripping thick from lines. In music I have no consolation, No roses are pale enough for me; The sound of the waters of separation Surpasseth roses and melody. ... Nothing seems interest to the poet due to separation. Nice.

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