In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand,
Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees,
The shallow tide-wave courses to the land,
And all along the down a fringe one sees
Of ducal woods. That 'dim discovered spire'
Is Chichester, where Collins felt a fire
Touch his sad lips; thatched Felpham roofs are these,
Where happy Blake found heaven more close at hand.
Goodwood and Arundel possess their lords,
Successive in the towers and groves, which stay;
These two poor men, by some right of their own,
Possessed the earth and sea, the sun and moon,
The inner sweet of life; and put in words
A personal force that doth not pass away.
The inner sweet of life; and put in word A personal force that doth not pass away. I love these lines. Its a wonderful poem
Do men shape their land or does the land shape the men? Goodwood and Arundel possess their lords, Successive in the towers and groves, which stay; These two poor men, by some right of their own, Possessed the earth and sea, the sun and moon, The inner sweet of life; and put in words A personal force that doth not pass away.
Nicely written.The inner sweet of life; and put in words A personal force that doth not pass away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem with beautiful diction. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.