poet Lord Alfred Douglas

Lord Alfred Douglas

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The Green River

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
And all the unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.
So is my soul become a silent place.
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
To find a voice of music manifold.
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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  • Khairul AhsanKhairul Ahsan (8/23/2018 11:31:00 PM)

    The title of the poem, though sounds nice, is not justified by any line of the poem.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (8/23/2018 6:54:00 PM)

    PART #_3__d] Greta Green was a destination for romantic runaway marriages- - e] so I suspect the green river might be a bit of a code for the relationship he and Wilde had and which he called in one poem “the love that dare not speak its name.” Detective Susan signing off.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (8/23/2018 6:53:00 PM)

    Part 2- -b] he had an affair with Oscar Wilde and they often met in two room suite at the Savoy that feature a large bed with silken green bed curtains - c] they had a portrait painted of the two of them, Oscar with a green jar and a river in the background-

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (8/23/2018 6:53:00 PM)

    Part One- Sort of Answering Glen's question- Glen, I found a lot of references to Green in his life- -a] green seemed to be a word referencing homosexuality in his day much like the word gay references homosexuality today- -

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (8/23/2018 6:49:00 PM)

    Line by line a superbly crafted poem.

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (8/23/2018 1:26:00 PM)

    An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
    To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.... //.... Exquisite creation of a landscape with lots of hope, love and delight. Great poem. Thanks.

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (8/23/2018 1:21:00 PM)

    Superb, Music to ears....

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  • Savita TyagiSavita Tyagi (8/23/2018 9:17:00 AM)

    Lovely poem. That silent music of wilderness is what touches the human soul to create such a tender and soothing poetry.

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  • Glen KappyGlen Kappy (8/23/2018 8:26:00 AM)

    This sonnet leaves me perplexed. Why Green River for the title since no river is mentioned? And what feeling is Douglas trying to convey? This is a poem I’d like to have the poet’s input on. -GK

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (8/23/2017 1:10:00 PM)

    An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
    And all the unravished silences belong
    To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed....//.... Lovely expression and a poetic masterpiece.

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (8/23/2017 12:40:00 PM)

    The place is sealed! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (8/23/2017 10:15:00 AM)

    A beautiful metaphorical poem on nature having stunning expression.

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  • Sabita SahooSabita Sahoo (8/23/2017 8:47:00 AM)

    Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
    To find a voice of music manifold.
    Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
    Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight

    A nice poem.

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  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (8/23/2017 7:44:00 AM)

    I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
    And like a running river, winds along
    Into a leafy wood where is no throng
    Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
    Their music to the moon

    Nice to go through this marvelous poem.10 for it.

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  • Anita Aparajita DasAnita Aparajita Das (8/23/2017 7:28:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem.

    And all the unravished silences belong
    To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.
    So is my soul become a silent place.

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (8/23/2017 2:48:00 AM)

    Such an interesting work of poetry....

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  • Rahman HenryRahman Henry (8/23/2017 2:39:00 AM)

    So artistic and sad poem; I like it and have rated in full score. He, in fact, was an excellent, profound poet.

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  • Tapan M. SarenTapan M. Saren (7/21/2016 4:17:00 AM)

    Beautiful piece of art....

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