What misses, rankles; who aimed,
Back from self-deceit's canal,
Thither to ship off wounds, named
Their airtight rationale.
Yet shall gently weep and richly chide,
For tastes dire,
Into daughters' ears the merry bride
Who took a liar.
10 comments:
Any reason why there are no fullstops, or in case of the second stanza, punctuation of any kind? Writing serious poerty in rhyme is hard. Very few modern writers attempt it. This is deftly done.
Google ate up half of my comment. I like the imagery, particularly in the first half.
Nope. That's a no ball. The bouncer whizzed 2 ft above my head. Sorry.
Mountainebony,
"Any reason why... punctuation of any kind?"
Yes, pure negligence. There must be a little demon in my brain that keeps punctuation sewn to prose. Fixed now.
And thanks very much. :-)
It was a beamer in my case. Wouldst thou deign to dumb it down?
I think I get it now.
Varun,
Paul Dirac, someone I suppose you look up to as much as I do, said, "The aim of poetry is to state simple things in an incomprehensible way". There is truth in this criticism, the very truth that, seen in a light of softer colour, gives verse its special position. See http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176056.
I'm glad you got it in the revisit.
:) Just like with jokes.
Varun,
Please do me the honour of clicking on the tab 'OED Word of the Day' in the front page and have a look at the short poems. Thanks!
I've been following those for a while, thanks!
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