...Blue, Valentine??
Grieved, doubtless unintentionally, by a friend some few hours ago, and spending the succeeding time wrestling with my frustration, seeking refuge and relief in WNIU's offerings as well as returning to my scanty selection of Drummond of Hawthornden in Mains' anthology, this somehow chanced to begin. I must confess it was much too fun to write. [But does my writing to such an imaginary fellow worsen my chances of his existence?]
(sonnet # DC)
Write if it suit your fancy thus to tease
Some tender sorrow with soft eloquence
In melancholic theme; to temper sense
Of ecstasy perhaps, as well to please
That odd perverseness, lest Love's harmonies
Become by far too sweet? His excellence
Half wants such griefs as if a blue pretense
Might strengthen his caress and jubilees.
Or you will disagree? If, Valentine,
Those richer shades of azure's hue can woo
The soul to heights 'tween golden leaves, might wine
Improve by ruby's claret gaze the view
Once thought sublime? Do not the best refine
Their serenades with sighs? Wilt thou outdo?
05Mar12
D124c
Jenny lovely to read your wonderful work again
Your poetry resembles mostly that of William Drummond, I believe. Sticking to class and tradition, you never seem to compromise with innovations, exactly as the great poet of the yester year did. Great work that speaks on your concern, your frustration on criticism against classic poetry, Jenny
Yes, skilled writing by Jenny Gordon. The craft of playing intellect hiding behind the expression is really unique. Rare it happens in poetry and when it happens it deserves the classic. 1]..."to please / That odd perverseness, lest Love's harmonies / Become by far too sweet?"....2]..."'tween golden leaves, might wine / Improve by ruby's claret gaze the view / Once thought sublime?"..... Nice indeed. Thank you
A classic write of another time and age Jenny - I agree with Patrick...great work
You never cease to amaze Jen. Wow! You write like one born of another time and place. Classically beautiful.
ah to manifest the love, sing it trice ( old Scottish poet power)......so fine ,very nice... lol
Great work, you write so well of a time long past