eclipse Posted July 9, 2021 Share Posted July 9, 2021 I talked and drank with Winter as summer slept. A virus wept to drown The earth. From heaven I can see my name written On water. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted July 9, 2021 Share Posted July 9, 2021 A good one, Barry. Talking and drinking are good. Virus ... kind of boring, only because I'm "sick" of the narrative, the "official version of events." Short, succinct -- this poem rises to the level of an epitaph. I love it! Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted August 15, 2021 Share Posted August 15, 2021 Hi Barry, I can't help now and then stopping to muse upon this imaginative take-off on the heart-breaking epitaph, composed by John Keats for his own headstone. Unfortunately I keep getting tripped up by what appears to be a grammatical, punctuation, or spelling error, or perhaps a hastily entered copy missing some important words. This occurs in the 3rd and 4th line. Might you take a few moments to explain or correct the sense of these two lines? Thanks, - David Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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