Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
A PHILOSOPHER PONDERS LIFE
Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton`s Wife
by Sir Henry Wooton (1568-1639)
He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died.
Just as a picture is said to be worth a thousand words so can a few well chosen words paint a picture. Poetry is not easy to write; but in considering and agonizing over crafting the perfect poem too much can be said when a bare, stripped down version could convey more. With just a dozen or so words, each one becomes vitally important. I love short poems because they usually surprise, delight and enlighten the darkness and free us from unnecessary verbage.
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers. View all posts by marlovian