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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,
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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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