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Walk (Inspired by T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland)

Let us walk, hand in hand,
when shadows
stretch across the land,
like a black cat
waking from its lethargy.

Let us walk
along soothing paths
of Night,
who lays her cool lips
on our scars.
Night saturated with silences
without veil or falsehood:
I divine white roses
on the certain pinewood,
I foresee the fistful of earth,
I know the limit
that dusk intimates.

Let us walk: night is soon.
For a few instants
reality will be dissolved
under the tepid providence of the moon.

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Marvelous with exquisite, classy imagery.
Kodous!

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Well, thank you Rula. I was re-reading Eliot and was inspired by a section in Wasteland that has similar structure.
All the best, thanks, Gracy

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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great….

An Essay On Man, III, Alexander Pope.

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to quote Rula--Aweee!
What a sweet poem you brought to the table for our consumption. So very nice! But then--that's to be expected of a poetess like you. Jerry

Always the gentleman, Sir Jerry! Thank you for your gallant comments, much appreciated, m'Lord.
Best to you and Lynda, Gracy

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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great….

An Essay On Man, III, Alexander Pope.

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stanza makes the scene and sets the tone for the whole poem. Wow! ~ Geez.
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Honest critique and comments shouldn't hurt.
It's why we are here, to get better at our craft.

Thank you, Gee, always encouraging fellow poets. Will there be a chat tonight? We have Eastern time, you?
Look forward to chatting, if it's today. Raining cats and dogs for 2 days running. Yesterday we walked out in the mud when it cleared for about an hour. Hope it will happen today. I love snow, but rain gets me down.
All the best.

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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great….

An Essay On Man, III, Alexander Pope.

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What a gorgeous walk and how wonderful to forget reality under the beauty of the moon! Your first stanza is my favourite and brings the poem together as usual in the most poetic manner.

Thank you...Teddy

Hello Teddy, so glad you like my poem, especially the first line. I'll look up the line that I borrowed from Eliot, can't remember exactly. I just wrote from memory.
All the best, Gracy

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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great….

An Essay On Man, III, Alexander Pope.

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Hello again, Teddy, the lines below are the ones that inspired me. I always loved Eliot and this is from The Love Song of Alfred J.Prufrock. Have you read it?

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Glad I found it.

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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great….

An Essay On Man, III, Alexander Pope.

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