Thursday, May 29, 2008

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I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods;

I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth:
Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'T is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.


-Alfred Lord Tennyson

[In Memoriam A.H.H.]



The 131 sections, prologue, and epilogue that make up In Memoriam A.H.H. were written between 1833 and 1850 in honor of Arthur Henry Hallam (1811-1833). Tennyson was Poet Laureate of England from 1850 until 1892.

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There are some things in life you just can't explain. It just happens, and you just accept... No questioning about why-the-who-what-the-who-where ~! That's exactly why I'm typing 32 words in a flow (excluding the -,!,~,...),unable to explain why I fell in love with this piece. The title of the post stands as a testimony to what I've tried to say. Naturally, I didn't know what to name this post, and successively ended up using all the exclamations and asterisks and &'s,punctuation blunders in a decent poem... Thus conveying a message that "This isn't just a poem..It's more than that...And again...I don't know what!! "






1 comment:

Ice-Thorn said...

i see ur in a Dono-wats-come-over- me mood
Ur not alone!
the last four lines indeed speak volumes
do wat u want, be who u want to be!

Stumped!

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