A point of his perennial plunder,
Sometimes I do shudder to wonder
If this Earth were mankind's last blunder,
Or a hell be to ‘nother world;
Hear, hear, tells me a cooing bird,
The truth seems to be as under:
Both hell and heaven
Here are and nowhere.
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Reflections | 26.01.2019 |
Hear, hear, tells me a cooing bird, The truth seems to be as under: Both and heaven Here are and nowhere......so touching and true. Brilliant poem with lofty theme. Thanks for sharing.10
Thank you dear poet for the comments. Your rating of 10 shows your poet's feeling heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. to MyPoemList. , i'd like it even if i didn't understand it as the poet understands it! It's a good mix of nice rhyme WITH not bothering to rhyme everywhere [ just for rhyme's sake ]. Perhaps this 'says' that " mankind" is/are " Aliens" sent to Earth as if Earth were ...OR Heaven? For some humans Earth is " " , and for others " Heaven" . bri :)
Bri, It just occurred to me... If I have to judge, and if I can select only one poem, I would rather go for the other poem you commented on... 'Art's its own reward', if I remember the title right. Not this one.
First, thanks for ''to My Poem List', Your point about rhyming, not rhyming, is mature and is taken. Yes, rhyme is a good servant, can't me a poet's master. But here I get you. Analyse and get paralysed. Analyse, paraphrase a poem as in schools I remember our teachers used to ask, but there is nothing more stupid than that. It is to kill the poem, nothing else. Don't work too hard on interpretation