Jack,
That's a great poem! I've never read something that long that so fully captured my interest.
So many good lines that reveal the character of the Colonel:
Oh Harmi dear I love the sun
And all the crooked jungle path
This is when you know for certain it's going to go seriously wrong.
Thanks for sharing it.
Billy,
On some level I know we all give you crap, but yeah wanting to write love poems like Byron I fully get that. I came into poetry late, but I remember when I first read this poem. The first line alone damn.
Sometimes as a reader of largely free verse (barring my choice above), I feel I miss out on a lot. I enjoyed both of those Leanne...Burns makes the difficult seem effortless. I loved:
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
And Paterson gave a narrative where you actually felt empathy for these campaigners.
If you read their biographies they'd probably both piss me off (Oh, yeah that was a first draft and I was drunk...Hey I was drunk too...Shut up Byron! You're always drunk.)
That's a great poem! I've never read something that long that so fully captured my interest.
So many good lines that reveal the character of the Colonel:
Oh Harmi dear I love the sun
And all the crooked jungle path
This is when you know for certain it's going to go seriously wrong.
Thanks for sharing it.
Billy,
On some level I know we all give you crap, but yeah wanting to write love poems like Byron I fully get that. I came into poetry late, but I remember when I first read this poem. The first line alone damn.
Sometimes as a reader of largely free verse (barring my choice above), I feel I miss out on a lot. I enjoyed both of those Leanne...Burns makes the difficult seem effortless. I loved:
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
And Paterson gave a narrative where you actually felt empathy for these campaigners.
If you read their biographies they'd probably both piss me off (Oh, yeah that was a first draft and I was drunk...Hey I was drunk too...Shut up Byron! You're always drunk.)
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson