The Decline

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The Decline

My heart is heavy and my sigh is low,

The dawn is no longer approaching,

The clouds are blinding and the sun is dim,

winter is come and its lease is long o’er life!

 

I cannot now recall the warmth of the sun on my skin,

Nor the soft touch of love on my heart,

For who could love one as I?

Who could ever dream of me and recall me fondly?

I am not as I once was, youth hath left me,

I am now on my knees and will by time decay.

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DeepEclipse commented on The Decline

06-29-2010

It's like love is more necessary than air perhaps. A vital nutrient. Not the typical televised version of love, more the scriptural explanation. It seems so because when it isn't there, it is extremely noticable. It leaves a vaccum of emptiness so visibly. Good honest emotional expression.

Narrator

08/14/2010

Thank you, as ever, for taking the time to read and comment. Yes, I think love must always be more than it is made out to be, for what convention can explain the lack of grounding or emptiness that accompanies a life without love. Thank you once more, your comments always leave me feeling humble.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Narrator’s Poems (39)

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Ablaze 0
A Different Kind of Poet 3
Do You Speak Greek? 0
Dancing Away From Me 4
No Longer An Artist 2
Do not forget 1
Competition 1
To Handsome Stranger 1
Ol' Christopher Marlowe's Day 3
Foolhardy 3
Oh so softly 3
'tis oft now I wonder... 5
Free to Soar 9
Dead Filament 4
Wise Fool 4
Mispent Eternity 2
My Sanguine Knight 3
Crimson Tears 5
Condemnation of alternative expression 6
Sir Lancelot 0
In a courtyard of ages 3
From whence all verse was born: 5
Please Realize 3
Here at the end of all things 0
Enduring Eternally 1
The bank of practicality is bust: 1
They can say what they will, I disagree. 2
Poetry Should Rhyme: 5
A new age: Change 0
Fate of a Soul 2
Oh My Love... 1
Standing Still 1
Where the laburnum blossoms fall... 1
Pulling down the stars 1
New Light 1
Ignorance is not bliss... 1
The Decline 1
Is the music of the soul the song of the wind? 3
Is freedom an illusion? 1