On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don't know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature's serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
Another stunning effort from you madam. i love this perfect and mind blowing description. You always cause the rain to fall with your poems. this is good.... Well done!
Great imagery especially in the company of our beloved Nature......Valsa......every sentence powered with perfect and loving words.....A great piece with great composition
Your words and muse so poetic, i tink u must be a famous poetess, such wonderful style of picturin the imagery. I lov bulbuls and their mention here. The poem transportd me as if i was sittin there besides u and seeing it all live. Take care valsa.
wow i wish i had such a muse along my side.it was panaromic to glide along with u....
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon....loved these lines. The company of my muse" is a marvelous poem on Nature duly narrated. Five stars.
As I read your poem the first time I carried the image of Keats especially, but really all of the English romantic poets, who certainly we both equally treasure. For us today the image of the muse is not some ancient Greek demi-goddess but one of those poets who (once again like us) worked so hard to create their visionary poetry. Needless to say neither of us will ever equal a Keats or Wordsworth, BUT THAT NEVER WAS THE POINT. The point is we keep company with them, find poetry in nature and vision like them, and live the poetic life they passed on to us. A poem like yours makes the heart grow larger to take in the wholeness of what is perceived; it makes the imagination more supple to take flight through a range of feelings.
The poem builds beautiful pleasure dome in mid-air like Coleridge's. Thank you.
oh how I love to sit in the presence of my muse. My very best friend and confidant great imagery
Loving studying and describing nature moving on the foot prints of Keats and building pleasure of life in the lifeless silent scenes is Valsa's art. Or one may say she can see the hidden life as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved to see you in a dreamland being dipped and cherishing that realm. Loved to see you trotting from one end to other....... Beautiful,