Rejected Poem by Lord Alfred Douglas

Rejected

Rating: 4.5


Alas ! I have lost my God,
My beautiful God Apollo.
Wherever his footsteps trod
My feet were wont to follow.

But Oh ! it fell out one day
My soul was so heavy with weeping,
That I laid me down by the way ;
And he left me while I was sleeping.

And my soul awoke in the night,
And I bowed my ear for his fluting,
And I heard but the breath of the flight
Of wings and the night-birds hooting.

And night drank all her cup,
And I went to the shrine in the hollow,
And the voice of my cry went up :
' Apollo ! Apollo ! Apollo ! '

But he never came to the gate,
And the sun was hid in a mist,
And there came one walking late,
And I knew it was Christ,

He took my soul and bound it
With cords of iron wire,
Seven times round He wound it
With the cords of my desire.

The cords of my desire,
While my desire slept, ,
Were seven bands of wire
To bind my soul that wept.

And He hid my soul at last
In a place of stones and (ears,
Where the hours like days went past
And the days went by like years.

And after many days
That which had slept awoke,
And desire burnt in a blaze,
And my soul went up in the smoke.

And we crept away from the place
And would not look behind,
And the angel that hides his face
Was crouched on the neck of the wind.

And I went to the shrine in the hollow
Where the lutes and the flutes were playing,
And cried : ' I am come, Apollo,
Back to thy shrine, from my straying.'

But he would have none of my soul
That was stained with blood and with tears,
That had lain in the earth like a mole,
In the place of great stones and fears.

And now I am lost in the mist
Of the things that can never be,
For I will have none of Christ
And Apollo will none of me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 02 March 2018

Not being familiar with this piece, I read it with no preconceived contexts. A uniquely narrative exploration of a religious experience that did not come to fruition, but leaves the subject uncomfortably in a state of transition. I would hazard that the subject moved from a somewhat epicurean paradigm to a more stoic form of Christianity, then somewhere in between. An intriguing contemplation of personal cosmology. Well constructed.

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Mary Skarpathiotaki 02 March 2018

Interesting 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 March 2018

A poem on soul heartfeltly depicted. I would like to quote........ But he never came to the gate, And the sun was hid in a mist, And there came one walking late, And I knew it was Christ,

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Paul Amrod 02 March 2018

I found this poem intriguingly humble and a sad state to experience.

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Marieta Maglas 02 March 2018

He lost Christ while trying to find Apollo. He did not find Apollo, but he could not return to Christ either. I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem and I hope that my vote will raise the rating of this poem much closer to its true value. Voted 10.

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Voted 10. 02 March 2018

He lost Christ while trying to find Apollo. He did not find Apollo, but he could not return to Christ either. I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem and I hope that my vote will raise the rating of this poem much closer to its true value.

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 March 2018

Back to thy shrine! ! Thanks for sharing.

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