Sadly Both The Flower And Fair Maiden Must Fade Poem by Terence George Craddock
Sadly Both The Flower And Fair Maiden Must Fade
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sadly in time's passage both the flower and fair maiden must fade
it is the sun that wilts and steady slow unrelenting onslaught of age
both flower and fair maiden time spent in death must leave the stage
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Friday, January 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,life and death,lifespan,nature,time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by the poem 'E'En As A Lovely Flower', by the poet Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. Original version of the split images 'Flower And Fair Maiden Must Fade Death Slain' and 'It Is The Sun That Wilts In The Onslaught Of Age', by the poet Terence George Craddock. Written in December 2016 on the 15.12.2016.
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5/18/2024 1:08:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is brilliant. This piece reminds me of Sonnet 18. Well done.
Part of my tribute to Heinrich Heine, Hitler and the Nazi's hated him and burned his books but strangely a 100 years before the rise of Hitler, Heinrich Heine predicted it was where Germany was heading, even got the part about they would starting with burning books then people right; so despite the translations losing some of the mystic and power of his writing, I wanted to do some pieces with a modern take on some of his work, posted 'A Golden-Haired Lady Walked Under Chestnut Trees' echoing his style in a retro spin, a little old a little new. Sonnet 18 by which poet?