Hi, I wrote this poem in a homage to Jacques Prevert, a favourite poet of mine but it is something of a departure from my usual style of poetry and wondered what you guys thought? Any feedback on flow, style, whether it is suitably fitting- if you're a fan of Prevert- would be much appreciated. Than...

fair enough, but your argument seems to ignore the author's explanation, along with the role of Ophelia herself

Laurie, I do not know whether or not you are familiar with Hamlet, but you certainly seem to be ignoring Ophelia's role in the play. The poem, seeks to resuce her from the idolatry of the painting, to 'restore' her lost beauty and poise, which she loses as she loses her grip on sanity. Similarly, de...

well alan, forgive me, i have imbibed a fair amount of alcohol, so some coherence may be absent. My interpretation of the poem, that the first stanza was addressed, not to the woman, but the murky night itself, struck me as a beautiful metaphor; i tought that the use of Ophelia- whom I associate wit...

a really lovely, seasonal poem....
Laurie, i think if you read the poem, the meaning is quite clear
the first stanaza is wonderful, especially the second line

a really beautiful poem; it has it all, a stately tone, powerful imagery, a refined grandeur. Really a fine piece of work. If i were to offer one possible criticism, which i am loathe to do, as it has little to genuinely change the poem, you might revise the use of the word "mythologies," ...

Beyond forgiveness, man is lost within his own ideas.

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hi seawall, thanks for the comments; i did indeed want Paris to appear stagnant. This poem is about failure and escape, or to be more prescice obviation. Hence Paris, the object of the desire is revealed to be stagnant, as is the longing to escape there. The poem, as i have said before is quite deli...

Hi, this is far from a long considered response, but an immediate, swiftly formulated intimation of a feeling the poem communicated; i thought it was a very lovely evocation of a lost time, tinged with a sentimental melancholia. I was intrigued by the word 'whikking," is this merely onomatopaei...

I think that in some ways, Leonard's poetry has become less obviously 'poetic,' but he has become more sparse and thus, more startlingly profound. Personally i think Anthem contains possibly his most perfect, succinct and immediate line: "Every heart to love will come/ but like a refugee,"...

Hi, thanks mickey_one for the insightful comments; the lower case i is simply that I have a new word processing program, which does not automatically convert them into higher case as my previous one did, and so I tend to forget. The merging of the two 'incidents,' you referred to in your post is a d...

thanks lizzy; this is the first poem i managed to write after a protracted period of writer's block, and so that is greatly appreciated, i think i have surmounted it now, but as a long time visitor and short time member, i have usually been impressed by how intelligent and sophisticated the critique...

Hi, any criticism would be gratefully recieved I do not live in Paris though i am certain i would feel much better if i did, and that i would feel more alive if i carried with me the weight of all the useless poets and their fraudulent private lives. Long ago i finished drinking wine and instead pou...

I sold a woman; But allowed her the freedom to dictate the price. This is the only thing i have been able to produce in a prolonged spell of profound writer's block i thought it was quite poetic and, relatively, darkly amusing any responses would be wonderful; it might help me surmount this unplease...

Do you remember the gardens? All alive and unkempt with the dew Like the scrapbooks of innocent harlots Who were lost in the sapphire view. Do you remember the gardens? It was there that I waited for you Do you remember the curtains, Drawn up like drapes round your eyes? They swam in the breeze of y...