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A Blog On Poetry, and Matthew Arnold....

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Matthew Arnold

1822–1888
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Among the major Victorian writers, Matthew Arnold is unique in that his reputation rests equally upon his poetry and his poetry criticism. Only a quarter of his productive life was given to writing poetry, but many of the same values, attitudes, and feelings that are expressed in his poems achieve a fuller or more balanced formulation in his prose. This unity was obscured for most earlier readers by the usual evaluations of his poetry as gnomic or thought-laden, or as melancholy or elegiac, and of his prose as urbane, didactic, and often satirically witty in its self-imposed task of enlightening the social consciousness of England.

Assessing his achievement as a whole, G.K. Chesterton said that under his surface raillery Arnold was, “even in the age of Carlyle and Ruskin, perhaps the most serious man alive.” H.J. Muller declared that “if in an age of violence the attitudes he engenders cannot alone save civilization, it is worth saving chiefly because of such attitudes.” It is even more striking, and would have pleased Arnold greatly, to find an intelligent and critical journalist telling newspaper readers in 1980 that if selecting three books for castaways, he would make his first choice The Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold (1950), because “Arnold’s longer poems may be an acquired taste, but once the nut has been cracked their power is extraordinary.” Arnold put his own poems in perspective in a letter to his mother on June 5, 1869: “It might be fairly urged that I have less poetical sentiment than Tennyson, and less intellectual vigour and abundance than Browning; yet, because I have perhaps more of a fusion of the two than either of them, and have more regularly applied that fusion to the main line of modern development, I am likely enough to have my turn, as they have had theirs.”

Many readers have come to see Arnold as the most modern of the Victorians. Arnold himself defines “the modern” in his first lecture as professor of poetry at Oxford in 1857, “On the Modern Element in Literature.” This lecture marked Arnold’s transition from poet to social and literary critic. He argued that the great need of a modern age is an “intellectual deliverance”: preoccupation with the arts of peace, the growth of a tolerant spirit, the capacity for refined pursuits, the formation of taste, and above all, the intellectual maturity to “observe facts with a critical spirit” and “to judge by the rule of reason.” This prescription, which he found supremely fulfilled in Athens of the fifth century B.C., is of course an idealized one when applied to any age. Arnold believed, however, that holding up this ideal was necessary if his own age were to become truly modern, truly humanized and civilized.

The views Arnold developed in his prose works on social, educational, and religious issues have been absorbed into the general consciousness, even if what they are as far as ever from being realized. The prospect of glacially slow growth never discouraged Arnold. While he harshly satirized the religious cant and hypocrisy of his era, he believed that the possibility of a better society for all depended not only on critique but also a vision of human perfection. That vision is soberly expressed in the late essay “A French Critic on Milton”: “Human progress consists in a continual increase in the number of those, who, ceasing to live by the animal life alone and to feel the pleasures of sense only, come to participate in the intellectual life also, and to find enjoyment in the things of the mind.”

When Arnold’s poetry is considered, a different meaning must be applied to the term modern than that applied to the ideas of the critic, reformer, and prophet who dedicated most of his life to broadening the intellectual horizons of his countrymen—of, indeed, the whole English-speaking world. In many of his poems can be seen the psychological and emotional conflicts, the uncertainty of purpose, above all the feeling of disunity within oneself or of the individual’s estrangement from society which is today called alienation and is thought of as a modern phenomenon. As Kenneth Allott said in 1954: “If a poet can ever teach us to understand what we feel, and how to live with our feelings, then Arnold is a contemporary.”

The recurring themes of man’s lonely state and of a search for an inner self; the rejection in “The Scholar-Gipsy” of “this strange disease of modern life,/With its sick hurry, its divided aims”; the awareness, at the end of the early poem “Resignation,” “In action’s dizzying eddy whirled” of “something that infects the world” make an impact a century and more later. Readers of the internet age may find wryly amusing these lines from “Stanzas in Memory of the Author of ‘Obermann’” (1849):

          Like children bathing on the shore
          Buried a wave beneath,
          The second wave succeeds before
          We have had time to breathe.

But the speed of the destabilizing process of change is, after all, relative. On the other hand, few readers will fail to respond to Arnold’s well-known lines in “Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse“ describing himself as “Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/The other powerless to be born.” Romantic nostalgia for idealized older worlds, or for simpler states of being, is at the emotional core of many of his poems, with the insistent pressure of the present creating a conflict only to be resolved by a shift to prose and to the role of midwife, or at least prophet, of a better world in the future.

Chesterton’s view of Arnold as the most serious man of his times was supported by the publication in 1952 of the complete Note-Books. This “breviary of a humanist” contains quotations in six languages, copied from books over a period of 36 years, that caught Arnold’s attention, passages which held profound meaning for him and invited meditation and reconsideration. The Bible bulks largest, followed by moral, religious, and philosophical thinkers. Even an hour a day of serious reading was, in Arnold’s experience, immensely “fortifying.” In a letter of 1884 to Charles Eliot Norton he characteristically blends observation and prediction: “You are quite right in saying that the influence of poetry and literature appears at this moment diminishing rather than increasing. The newspapers have a good deal to do with this. The Times, which has much improved again, is a world, and people who read it daily hardly feel the necessity for reading a book; yet reading a book—a good book—is a discipline such as no reading of even good newspapers can ever give. But literature has in itself such powers of attraction that I am not over anxious about it.”

The emphasis on religion and morality in the Note-Books is what one might expect of a son of Dr. Thomas Arnold, a strenuous Christian and scholarly clergyman-historian who fulfilled a prophecy that if elected headmaster of Rugby he would change the face of education “all through the Public Schools of England.” But son Matthew was a more complex being. There is evidence that the good doctor, whose avowed aim in education was to place moral and religious edification above mere intellectual attainment in order to turn schoolboys into young Christian gentlemen, felt some disappointment at times over the behavior of Matthew, who was less amenable, apparently, than were his brothers and sisters. Some of this “worldly” behavior, which puzzled and alarmed family and friends and caused great surprise at the serious tone and substance of his first published poems, was probably a sign of incipient polarities and conflicts. It marked his school and university days and to some extent his earlier years in the larger world, years illuminated not only by his poems but even more by his letters to Arthur Hugh Clough; the collection of these letters published in 1932 gave fresh stimulus and direction to Arnold studies.

Following five years under tutors at Laleham and at Rugby, Arnold was sent for a year to his father’s old school, Winchester College, presumably for discipline as well as instruction. At Winchester he won a prize for verse recitation with a passage from Byron and a barrage of potato peelings from horrified schoolmates who heard him casually telling the headmaster that the work of the school was really quite light. The fifth and sixth forms he spent at Rugby. He won prizes for Latin verse and for English essay and verse—his prize poem Alaric at Rome (1840) was printed at Rugby—and earned a scholarship to Balliol College, Oxford, in 1840. At Oxford he established an intimate friendship with Clough, the former Rugby student who had most completely fulfilled Dr. Arnold’s aim of intellectual brilliance crowned by Christian fervor and moral earnestness. “I verily believe,” Clough said, “my whole being is soaked through with the wishing and hoping and striving to do the school good”; he later transferred this compulsion to society, earning from Arnold the mocking title of “Citizen” Clough. There was a whole other side to Clough, as the satirical wit and realistic substance of many of his poems were to show, but his hyperactive conscience and often paralyzing dissection of desires and motives have frequently been adduced as the effect on sensitive natures of Dr. Arnold’s standards of prayer and purity.

There was little evidence at this time of a similar influence on Matthew Arnold. The touches of mischief and resistance displayed in boyish years developed at Oxford into outright dandyism and independence, entertaining but also at times disturbing his more conventional friends. Clough records with amusement and reproach that “Matt is full of Parisianism; Theatre in general, and Rachel in special: he enters the room with a chanson of Beranger’s on his lips … his hair is guiltless of English scissors: he breakfasts at 12 … and in the week … he has been to Chapel once.” This Frenchiness extended to the reading of George Sand’s novels, no doubt with a sense of daring in the Victorian atmosphere of rectitude and distrust of things foreign. In part it was a romantic response to vivid descriptions of nature and to a passionate gospel of freedom in human relations; in larger part it was a response to the element of social idealism based on a belief in equality, as recalled in his generous obituary tribute of 1877 to George Sand’s greatness of spirit and her civilizing influence. Visiting her at her home in Nohant in 1846 and following the actress Rachel to Paris to see every performance for six weeks must have been seen by his friends, however, as dangerous, Byronic adventures.

In the years at Balliol a deeper source of concern to his friends than his rather extravagant dress and behavior was his careless attitude to his studies in the formally required subjects. Only prodding and coaching got him even a second class degree, though his general performance was apparently good enough to let him join Clough as a fellow of Oriel College. Clough had been expected on all sides to get a first instead of the second he also received, but in his case the distractions were part of that period of hectic religious strife. Young men at Oxford were, as Clough described himself, caught “like a straw drawn up the draught of a chimney” in the anguished debates swirling around the Tractarian or Oxford Movement and the dominant figure of John Henry Newman, who was soon to move on with some disciples to the Roman Catholic church. Differences between the Roman and Anglican positions and difficulties in subscribing to the articles of faith required of communicants in the Church of England were only the chief among problems exercising sensitive young minds at Oxford in those days. But soul-searching and tormented inner debate were even then foreign to Arnold’s cool and skeptical consideration of religious dogma. He was moved by Newman’s imaginative and spiritual eloquence, but he was after all the son of an aggressively liberal reformer in matters of Church and State. (Dr. Arnold, who died suddenly in 1842, had been appointed professor of modern history at Oxford in 1841, at a time when echoes of his searing attack on Newman and the “Oxford Malignants” in the Edinburgh Review were still reverberating.) The tone of a letter from Arnold to John Duke Coleridge in 1845 is noncommittal, even playful. Telling his friend not to let admiration for the sermons of Thomas Arnold reduce his admiration for Newman, Arnold said: “I find it perfectly possible to admire them both.”

Arnold’s behavior during those early years enabled him to keep others at arm’s length while he tried to make up his own mind, to explore his own nature and needs. His preferred reading is revealing. He shared his friends’ enthusiasm for Carlyle’s attacks on materialism and sham,and his exalting of great men and of character, which may have inspired his own Oxford prize poem on Cromwell (1843). His preferences included Emerson, with his themes of “Self-Reliance” and “Trust thyself!”; Goethe, who taught that the main thing for man is to learn to master himself; and Spinoza, whose philosophy contains the idea that man’s need is to affirm his own essence, to follow the law of his being. He had developed a strategy of detachment, as against Clough’s commitment to the issues of the day; and the introspective analysis of his own nature and of his relations to men and ideas permeates the correspondence with Clough.

Arnold’s drive to self-understanding and self-control may suggest a wish for a detached and self-sufficient position from which to contemplate human events and the historical flow, and could explain a change in the story of the young Egyptian king Mycerinus in Arnold’s early poem of that name. Having heard from an oracle that he is to die in six years, although he has tried to atone for his father’s cruel reign by a virtuous life and justice for his subjects, Mycerinus turns in scorn from his gods and his “sorrowing people” to spend the last years of his life in revelry. The possibility Arnold adds to that decision in lines 107-111 may be self-revealing:

          It may be on that joyless feast his eye
          Dwelt with mere outward seeming; he, within,
          Took measure of his soul, and knew its strength,
          And by that silent knowledge, day by day,
          Was calmed, ennobled, comforted, sustained.

Arnold’s appointment as private secretary to the elderly Whig statesman Lord Lansdowne in 1847, after a term as assistant master at Rugby School, gave him over the next four years a vantage point for observation of the “joyless feast” of 19th-century industrialism and class discontent and the revolutionary upheavals of 1848 throughout Europe. The striving to take “measure of his soul” is evident in poems and in the letters to Clough, as is the struggle to attain a state of peace and calm, a balance between withdrawal and commitment, a reconciliation of the claims of reason and the feelings and of the “two desires” which “toss about the poet’s feverish blood. /One drives him to the world without/And one to solitude.” Clough had committed himself to action and wrote Arnold from Rome describing his situation during bombardment of the city by the French armies. Arnold’s reaction to Clough’s reforming zeal appears in his two sonnets “To a Republican Friend.” The first sonnet declares: “God knows it, I am with you.” The second counsels a longer view, for “When I muse on what life is, I seem/Rather to patience prompted” than to the hope proclaimed by France “so loud.” The day when “liberated man” will burst through “the network superposed by selfish occupation” will not “dawn at a human nod.”

Such sympathy with revolutionary aims but distrust of precipitate action could be expected of the young man whose “respect for the reason” sent him to Locke and Spinoza, and who already was turning from Beranger’s “fade” Epicureanism to the stoic philosopher Epictetus and the tragic dramatist Sophocles. But his philosophical orientation was put to severe test by the new experience that came Arnold’s way on his travels: romantic love. Its powerful force threatened to frustrate entirely the longing to take “measure of his soul” and so to be “calmed, ennobled, comforted, sustained.”

The long dispute over whether Marguerite, the French girl Arnold fell in love with in Switzerland, was real or imaginary was settled by the publication of the letters to Clough, which has allowed the majority view to prevail. The Marguerite of the Switzerland lyrics was indeed real, as was the anguish of the lover who could not surrender himself to passion. For a man who believed above all in self-control and integrity, the outcome of a conflict between the Platonic and the Byronic (or between the shades of Dr. Arnold and of George Sand) could not be long in doubt. There is as much of relief as of desolation in the poem “Self-Dependence.” Standing at the prow of the ship bearing him back to England, “Weary of myself, and sick of asking/ What I am, and what I ought to be,” Arnold sends “a look of passionate desire” (the only one on record) to the stars, and asks that they “Calm me, ah, compose me to the end!”

Having survived exposure to the storms of passion in the Alps, Arnold still felt the need for a love and companionship compatible with the needs of ordinary human nature, and before long he was attracted by the charms of a more suitable English girl, the daughter of a judge. The conventional courtship which followed, and which produced some charming lyrics, was prolonged until Arnold could obtain a position with an income that would support a wife. He achieved this when Lord Lansdowne had him appointed inspector of schools in April 1851, and the marriage to Frances Lucy Wightman took place in June. Though his first volume of poetry, The Strayed Reveller and Other Poems (1849), and the second, Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems (1852), received limited attention and were soon withdrawn from circulation in spite of praise from a discerning few, Arnold continued writing poetry. His reputation was established with his third volume, Poems: A New Edition (1853). It omitted “Empedocles on Etna” and the early poem “The New Sirens,” but contained two new poems which have been widely known and liked ever since, “Sohrab and Rustum“ and “The Scholar-Gipsy.” Most of Arnold’s best poems are in these volumes, except for “Dover Beach.”

 During this period in which Arnold moved from a studied aloofness through turbulence to the desired calm, though with an awareness that “Calm’s not life’s crown, though calm is well” (“Youth and Calm”). Arnold’s poetics, as revealed in the letters to Clough, show a gradual shift from a predominantly aesthetic to a predominantly moral emphasis. Modern poetry, to serve the age well, “can only subsist by its contents: by becoming a complete magister vitae as the poetry of the ancients did: by including, as theirs did, religion with poetry.” Poetry is something more than Keats’s “Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty,” of which Arnold was later to say that it is not “all ye need to know,” though it is much. It is a source of moral therapy for the age and a surrogate for the weakening Christian faith. These views anticipate Arnold’s lectures On Translating Homer (1861), in which “nobility” is seen as a major characteristic of Homer, and “The Study of Poetry” (1880), which proclaims that “the strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry.”

A parallel shift in emphasis is apparent in the definitions of style. It is at first simply “saying in the best way what you have to say,” though Arnold adds that “what you have to say depends on your age.” The new emphasis appears when Arnold declares that “there are two offices of Poetry—one to add to one’s store of thoughts and feelings—another to compose and elevate the mind by a sustained tone, numerous allusions, and a grand style.” Arnold’s perception of beauty and greatness in art has shifted from the aesthetic impact of a unity in form of conception and form of expression to the moral impact of a unity of style and substance which exhibits and influences character. Poetry must convey the emotional warmth and spiritual power that religion was losing in an era of sectarian strife on the one hand and agnostic indifference on the other. “If one loved what was beautiful and interesting in itself passionately enough, one would produce what was excellent without troubling oneself with religious dogmas at all. As it is, we are warm only when dealing with the last,” and because warmth is a blessing and frigidity a curse, Arnold would have “most others” stay “on the old religious road.”

This letter of September 6, 1853 foreshadows the Arnold of the 1870s who tried by humanistic reinterpretation to preserve the Bible and Christianity for the masses. He attempts to find in great poetry a supreme moral and spiritual influence as well as an ideal aesthetic form. In a letter written three months later, Arnold rejects Clough’s praise for “The Scholar-Gipsy": “I am glad you like the Gipsy Scholar,” he says, “but what does it do for you? Homer animates—Shakespeare animates—in its poor way I think Sohrab and Rustum animates—the Gipsy Scholar at best awakens a pleasing melancholy.” But what men want is “something to animate and ennoble them … I believe a feeling of this kind is the basis of my nature—and of my poetics.”

The names of Homer and Shakespeare here, like the frequent praise of Sophocles elsewhere, suggest that for Arnold the high calling of poetry for the age could only be realized in the classical forms of epic and drama. Arnold tried at that time to offer his English readers an example of the kind of poetry he still wished to write, and felt ought to be written. In a letter to his sister Jane he admitted that he had not succeeded, and could not succeed. Merope (1858) might exhibit perfection of form, but “to attain or approach perfection in the region of thought and feeling, and to unite this with perfection of form, demands not merely effort and labour, but an actual tearing of oneself to pieces.” Arnold produced poems reflecting conflicts that were a genuine part of his emotional and intellectual experience, but not the poem of his ideal that would both illuminate and transcend experience in the artistic perfection of classical form.

Arnold’s characteristic verse structures tend to depart from the traditional. Stanzas or verse paragraphs of varying length and of varying line length make him a forerunner of free verse practice, as in “A Summer Night” and “Dover Beach,” in the romantically melancholy and melodiously rhymed “The Forsaken Merman,” and in unrhymed poems such as “The Strayed Reveller” and “The Future.” This last poem, and others of more conventional form such as “Human Life,” “Self-Deception,” and “Morality,” all reflecting upon the human condition, help to explain the view of Arnold’s poetry as thought-laden or “gnomic” or even, among hostile critics like Edith Sitwell and T.S. Eliot, as academic versifying. But perhaps the most Arnoldian verse form is that mixture of modes or genres which made it difficult for him to classify some of his own poems. The lyrical drama “The Strayed Reveller,” the dramatic narrative “The Sick King of Bokhara,” the diversity of verse patterns in his major work “Empedocles on Etna” all suggest a creative and original element in Arnold’s poetics as well as an urge to “animate” and “ennoble” mankind. Of “Empedocles on Etna” Swinburne said: “Nothing can be more deep and exquisite in poetical tact than this succession of harmonies, diverse without a discord.”

Arnold’s twofold search for knowledge of himself and of the world was from the beginning philosophical in nature. Modern poets, Arnold told Clough, “must begin with an Idea of the world in order not to be prevailed over by the world’s multitudinousness: or if they cannot get that, at least with isolated ideas.” One must begin with a controlling principle or be overwhelmed by experience. But experience resisted this rational commitment to “the high white star of truth” and compelled the honest poet to record his frustrations and mental sufferings. To achieve understanding by embracing or surrendering to experience was for Arnold a dangerous course, for it involved risking the sacrifice of the reason to the senses and feelings. Yet any answer arrived at without the sanction of emotion was, he said, arid and incomplete. This conflict runs through much of Arnold’s poetry, with his deepest feelings attaching to the unresolved debate, to the anxious questions and the ambiguous or dusty answers. The view of truth as multifaceted, the attempt at a synthesis in the phrase “the imaginative reason,” the definition of religion as “morality, touched with emotion”—all these later formulations suggest acceptance and interpretation of experience as a better way than prior commitment to an Idea of coping with the world’s multitudinousness.

A useful approach can be made to Arnold’s poetry by recognizing three broad divisions. First, there is that large body of reflective or gnomic verse, where the poet’s voice is freely heard but which shows varying degrees of detachment, in tones of questioning or stoicism or contemplation. Second, there are the lyric poems of intense personal engagement in the human situation, especially the love poems with their burden of longing and suffering and the elegies with their milder melancholy. Third, there are the narrative and dramatic poems, which attempt to achieve objectivity and distance by form, character, and plot, and by the remoteness of myth and legend.

The first category most obviously anticipates Arnold’s later development as critic, consisting as it does of poems in which differing views on man, nature, or art are balanced or contrasted, advanced or rejected. “In Utrumque Paratus” shows that as early as 1846 Arnold could contemplate with equanimity alternative answers to man’s cosmic questions. The idealist hypothesis of the first three stanzas (“If, in the silent mind of One all-pure/At first imagined lay/The sacred world”) is balanced by the materialist hypothesis of the last three stanzas (“But, if the wild unfeathered mass no birth/In divine seats hath known”). What emerges is a twofold moral reflection on the unifying theme of man’s lonely state.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/matthew-arnold

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From the Hymn of Empedocles by Matthew Arnold
IS it so small a thing
To have enjoy'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes;

That we must feign a bliss
Of doubtful future date,
And while we dream on this
Lose all our present state,
And relegate to worlds yet distant our repose?

Not much, I know, you prize
What pleasures may be had,
Who look on life with eyes
Estranged, like mine, and sad:
And yet the village churl feels the truth more than you;

Who 's loth to leave this life
Which to him little yields:
His hard-task'd sunburnt wife,
His often-labour'd fields;
The boors with whom he talk'd, the country spots he knew.

But thou, because thou hear'st
Men scoff at Heaven and Fate;
Because the gods thou fear'st
Fail to make blest thy state,
Tremblest, and wilt not dare to trust the joys there are.

I say, Fear not! life still
Leaves human effort scope.
But, since life teems with ill,
Nurse no extravagant hope.
Because thou must not dream, thou need'st not then despair.


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Date: 7/21/2020 9:50:00 PM
Another brilliant poet I'd never heard of, very informative Robert. Tom
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Date: 7/22/2020 8:38:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Yes, he was truly a brilliant poet, philosopher and deep thinker. He certainly had an amazing life , that he shared with the world in his writings.. God bless..
Date: 7/19/2020 12:53:00 AM
He looks like one of my neighbors. I agree that the past should be honored for everything it has to offer. I enjoyed the selection you chose to conclude this blog - I thank you for it.
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Date: 7/19/2020 6:05:00 AM
Thank you my friend. I have always loved that piece. Arnold was a very deep thinker with keen insight into the vagaries, weaknesses and strengths prevalent in humanity, as well as a truly well honored and great poet..God bless..
Date: 7/18/2020 3:08:00 AM
And of course Robert,the'greats' were(are) not limited to past eras ! ..but this indeed is a basic poetry principle that you highlight here.
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Date: 7/18/2020 6:57:00 AM
I do not deny the fact that there are great poets today. To me it is easier to study those of past eras, that set a solid foundation for poetry. Gather what I can thus and then let my heart and soul dance along with them and the poetic spirit resting quite happily within me my friend. God bless.
Date: 7/18/2020 3:05:00 AM
Yes Robert,read,read,write
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Date: 7/18/2020 6:54:00 AM
Thank you my friend. I do so as much as possible. Time being the enemy that never rests , never falters. Ever vigilant in its wearisome demands. God bless..
Date: 7/17/2020 9:18:00 PM
Is it true that a poet must ever endeavor to learn? And best way to learn is to study the greats that have given so very much golden poetry , having written, lived life and died?
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Date Posted: 4/21/2022 7:24:00 AM
Blog,A Menagerie Of Verse, Rhyme, And Meandering Thoughts
Date Posted: 4/10/2022 8:20:00 AM
Blog- To write, to not lose my sole remaining small joy amidst this darkest sea, this horrendous cavern of epic pain, mournful loss and deepest of darkest sorrows … RJL
Date Posted: 3/7/2022 7:04:00 AM
Death comes to my beloved wife.
Date Posted: 2/27/2022 9:49:00 PM
Why I am away from this poetry site, Loss of my beloved Brother... God bless one and all
Date Posted: 2/19/2022 4:27:00 AM

My Recent Poems

Date PostedPoemTitleFormCategories
10/8/2023 As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame Narrativeart,creation,dark,evil,ha
10/7/2023 The Time of Righteous Justice Was Then At Hand, Part One Sonnetart,creation,dark,deep,ev
9/25/2023 Hope Dawn's Welcoming Breath Honors Your Sought After Desires Rhymeart,assonance,blessing,cr
9/24/2023 O Little Earth, You Present Fruits of Primal Seed Sonnetcreation,deep,earth,earth
9/24/2023 To a Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees Sonnetbirth,career,character,co
9/23/2023 United In the Depths of Love's Ravenously Sweet Ardor Verseart,devotion,love,meaning
9/23/2023 As Heaven Our Witness, Gave Its True Smile Sonnetart,beautiful,blessing,de
9/23/2023 She That With a Sweet-Laid Kiss Captured My Heart Sonnetart,beautiful,creation,gi
9/22/2023 Vampire, of Its Hellish Temper All But the Devil Was Afraid Rhymebetrayal,dark,death,evil,
9/21/2023 The Blackness and the Hard Labor of the Housemaid Verseart,creation,deep,girlfri
9/21/2023 Wake Our Dawns As True Beautiful Flightless Angels Verseangel,art,beautiful,heart
9/20/2023 The Story of the Cruel and Dark Queen That Feeds On Souls Verseart,conflict,dark,deep,ev
9/19/2023 Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields of Fertile Minds Sonnetart,creation,dark,deep,im
9/19/2023 Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins Sonnetart,dark,deep,evil,heart,
9/18/2023 Leave My Feet In Poetry Now Firmly Planted Rhymedeep,motivation,poems,poe
9/17/2023 Was She Crazy Or Had This World Gone Mad Rhymeart,dark,deep,dream,fanta
9/17/2023 To Those This Brave, True Warrior Is Sworn To One Day Defeat Rhymeart,conflict,dark,deep,fa
9/16/2023 Epic Sadness When a Beautiful Dream Crashes Free versecreation,deep,dream,fanta
9/16/2023 The Truth of Love and Its Awesome Powers Free verseart,beauty,heart,life,lov
9/15/2023 My Tired and Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams Rhymebetrayal,depression,heart
9/15/2023 To Ask My Mentor, Will I, Sir Will I, Ever a Great Poet Be Versecreation,dream,poetry,poe
9/14/2023 Yet I Only Desire Loves Immeasurable Truth Sonnetart,creation,deep,heart,l
9/14/2023 She the Ravenous Queen, That Can Have All My Tomorrows Free verseart,beautiful,desire,hear
9/12/2023 As Deep Darkness Its Rabid Cloak Around Me Spread Rhymeart,creation,dark,deep,ev
9/12/2023 O' What Is War But the Mad Child of Greed and Hate Rhymeabuse,conflict,death,deep
9/11/2023 And Throughout Vast Purple Range, Visions Cascade Down Sonnetart,creation,deep,lonelin
9/11/2023 Pondering the Sad and Fateful Decision Free verseart,death,deep,youth,
9/10/2023 With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load Rhymedestiny,encouraging,first
9/9/2023 Why Sweetheart Why Do I So Love, Then Life So Carves Me Up Rhymeart,break up,creation,lif
9/9/2023 True Tragedy Whenever a Great Romance Dies Rhymeart,beautiful,lost love,p
9/9/2023 Into Deep Raging Darkness a Poor Soul Was Once Cast , Dedicated To Master Poe Rhymedark,deep,evil,fantasy,ra
9/8/2023 Dark Poetry- the Fiercest Black Beast That a Knight Once Slew Rhymecourage,creation,dark,dea
9/8/2023 As God of Love Brilliantly Blessed Light Cast Its Glow Upon Me Verseart,creation,desire,first
9/7/2023 As I Watched the Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind the Mountain Sonnetbeautiful,fire,heart,love
9/6/2023 As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire Sonnetdesire,heart,passion,roma
9/6/2023 You Crushed the Bright Yellow Moon Rhymeart,creation,deep,life,lo
9/5/2023 It Happened On a Rainy Night Verseart,beauty,heart,love,moo
9/5/2023 Alive With Hope This Mortal Flesh Rhymeart,deep,emotions,heart,l
9/4/2023 I Fear This May Be Curse, That Dead Vikings Sing Sonnetart,betrayal,dark,death,d
9/3/2023 And With Tantalizing Depths Found We Paint Beauty Divine Sonnetart,beauty,deep,heart,hop
9/2/2023 How We Compose Poems As True, Dedicated Poets Sonnetcreation,fantasy,heart,po
9/1/2023 Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep and Eternally True Sonnetbeautiful,blessing,faith,
8/31/2023 The Truth of Dearest Love Sworn, I Ask God How Sonnetart,life,love,magic,passi
8/31/2023 Byron, Your Poetry Sings To Our Wanting Hearts Sonnetart,creation,death,dream,
8/30/2023 Three Tribute Poems, Composed By Me, For Longfellow Blog Rhymeart,creation,dedication,d
8/30/2023 Wicked Queen, Her Darkness Hidden Behind Her Veil Sonnetart,beautiful,dark,death,
8/29/2023 Its Gleaming Light-Beams Washing My Old Soul Sonnetart,imagery,mountains,nat
8/28/2023 Honey-Child That Sweet-Spun Gift, You Don'T Want To Miss Sonnetappreciation,art,romantic
8/27/2023 As Saturated Earth Bids Me Adieu Rhymecourage,creation,dark,dea
8/26/2023 A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me Rhymeart,creation,dark,deep,in
8/25/2023 Her Name Was Jasmine and Her Beauty So Divine Sonnetbeautiful,crush,love,pass
8/25/2023 War, Evil Beast, Just What the Hell Is It Good For Sonnetconflict,courage,death,ev
8/25/2023 When Your Young Life Catches You Flat Footed Narrativedestiny,dream,girlfriend,
8/24/2023 Today Is Going To Be a Very Busy Day Rhymeart,creation,deep,grandmo
8/23/2023 What My Day Was Like and Why My Feet Are Sore Rhyme Royalart,deep,fantasy,meaningf
8/23/2023 Her Luscious Lips a Tantalizing Treat Sonnetappreciation,beautiful,cr
8/22/2023 Springtime and Farm Waiting For Its Harvest Haikucar,farm,garden,growing u
8/22/2023 Cascading Embers of Heart Driven Fire Sonnetcreation,deep,evil,life,s
8/22/2023 Why Does Great Gods Above, a Trellis Fling Rhymebreak up,lost love,nature
8/20/2023 If I'D Seen the Hungry Dino, I'D Not Be Dead Sonnetcreation,deep,fantasy,lif
8/20/2023 For You My Love Through Hell I'D Gladly March Sonnetcrush,emotions,feelings,p
8/19/2023 When Searching Depths of Mind Questions Its Own Sanity Sonnetcreation,dark,deep,desire
8/19/2023 It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes Sonnetdark,death,dream,evil,fan
8/18/2023 Yes, I Remember Her Venomous Sting Sonnetart,change,imagination,in
8/17/2023 Death of the Old Cowboy On the Lonesome Range Sonnetdeath,deep,feelings,imagi
8/17/2023 A Dream, a Glorious Trip To Heaven Sonnetart,devotion,dream,faith,
8/16/2023 What Are We To Do In This Earthly Life Sonnetdeep,earth,humanity,meani
8/16/2023 Hold This Deeper Thought, Love Is What We All So Badly Need Sonnetart,humanity,imagination,
8/15/2023 Dawn's Calyx Woke Her and She Saw Pink Explosions Sonnetgirlfriend,happiness,joy,
8/13/2023 To Live, To Dream, Being With the Goddess Yet Again Sonnetaddiction,appreciation,be
8/12/2023 Midnight Hauntings of Old Man Turner's House Sonnetdark,grave,horror,howl,im
8/10/2023 And I, the Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save Sonnetappreciation,art,creation
8/10/2023 On Dark Dying Sunless Beams I Went To Wait Sonnetart,conflict,cry,evil,far
8/9/2023 When Ocean Dries Up Will Be a Bad Plight Rhymeart,ocean,philosophy,spok
8/9/2023 Dare We Beat Evil With Truth and a Heavy Sledge Sonnetdeep,devotion,god,heaven,
8/8/2023 You Wake Up To Find Out Black and White Are the Same Sonnetart,deep,dream,humanity,i
8/8/2023 Now Laying In Boot Hill Under Frozen Ground Narrativeart,conflict,death,imagin
8/7/2023 Yes, While Evil Spreads Its Long Greedy Hands Sonnetart,dark,evil,how i feel,
8/7/2023 Blinded By Life and Praying To Truly See Free verseart,surreal,vanity,vision
8/7/2023 Hold Firm Your Immovable Sacred Heart Sonnetart,creation,deep,lost lo
8/6/2023 The Untruth of a Lone and Erroneous Prophecy Sonnetart,fate,girlfriend,life,
8/6/2023 Than the Grand Illusions of Those Paradise Shores Sonnetart,courage,hope,identity
8/5/2023 There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams Sonnetart,dark,fantasy,imaginat
8/5/2023 The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House Sonnetdeep,environment,home,nat
8/4/2023 The Amazing Tale the Old Stone Sphinx Never Told Rhymeart,confusion,humanity,im
8/3/2023 And Then Remember Faith and Truth Brought About This Sonnetangel,forgiveness,god,hea
8/3/2023 In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine Rhymebetrayal,dark,deep,imagin
8/2/2023 With Gypsie Luck, My Own Weaken Steps Retrace Sonnetart,creation,deep,feeling
8/1/2023 Evolution Is Man-Made, Lying Fairy Tale Sonnetart,earth,faith,god,human
7/31/2023 Co-Exist, Neither of Us Fear the Knife Sonnetcare,courage,friendship,h
7/29/2023 The Saddest Truth of Love and Its Deep Darker Side Sonnetdark,love,love hurts,mean
7/28/2023 As a Poet, the Importance of Truth Sonnetcharacter,courage,deep,id
7/27/2023 Of Homer, Iliad and the Fall of the Mighty Greeks Rhymecourage,history,mythology
7/27/2023 Life, and Trekking Across Wild Wilderness Rhymeart,beauty,bird,deep,eart
7/24/2023 Life Now Cries Out, This Truth, There Is No Holy Grail Rhymecreation,death,deep,histo
7/24/2023 Comment On Decency and Morality Quatrainart,best friend,car,death
7/24/2023 There Beyond the Purple Veil, I Hear Her Calling Rhymecreation,imagination,life
7/23/2023 A Cowboy and His Thoughts On Dodge City Versecharacter,conflict,histor
7/23/2023 Concepts From the Thoughts of the Old Beggar Imagismart,assonance,character,d
7/22/2023 I Walk Midnight Arena All Alone Sonnetart,life,perspective,phil

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Fav Poems

PoemTitleFormCategories
Mountain Drop Rhymedeath,depression,
Beauty Exposed Rhymelife,
To a Despondent Friend Quatraindepression,
Beautiful Day Free verseseasons,
What the Angels Whisper Free versegod,hope,youth,
A Letter To Emily Dickinson Rhymepoetess,
His Song and Mine I do not know?bird,life,poems,prison,,L
White Lace Sonnetlife,seasons
Black Diamond Night Epicbody,death,history,lonely
Echoes In the Stone Epicadventure,death,hero,hist
If Walls Could Speak Narrativefeelings,for him,joy,toge
The Tree of Life Rhymeage,child,death,mystery,t
In An Old Cathedral Rhymeloneliness,love,
Our Little Haven Rhymecousin,fairy,fantasy,gree
Spring On the Wind Rhymechange,nature,spring,
Stairway To the Stars Free versefarewell,kiss,
Her Hidden Gem Rhymemother,voice,
Sweet Memories Rhymelost love,
Crying River Balladbeautiful,cry,deep,freedo
Eyes of Blue Rhymefreedom,hero,memorial day
Amidst the Fallen Petals Free verselonging,love,
Oak Rhymetree,
Colours In Our Lives Rhymebeauty,color,
My Day Is Coming Rhymefriendship,journey,life,
Midnight Poet Free verseaddiction,character,devot
Bobcat Moon Rhymeautumn,friendship,loss,mo
Daddy Free verseblue,dad,depression,fathe
Contest Consternation Free versecommunity,poetry,words,
The Evil Eye Rhymeevil,
Sometimes Rhymeblessing,thanks,
A New Love Found Free verseinspirational,
Indian Ink Dramatic Verseabuse,autumn,death,deep,f
Write You Out Free versegoodbye,how i feel,
The Clock It Mocks Free versebreak up,heartbroken,jeal
Autumn's Gown Rhymecolor,inspiration,
The Lords Sweet Morning Rhymemusic,nature,
A New Bird Rhymebirth,
Hey You Free verseanger,conflict,forgivenes
Kresge's Five and Dime Stores Rhymenostalgia,
When Love Found Me Rhymeblessing,love,
Letting Go Rhymeson,
My Fallen Brother Rhymeangst,brother,history,los
Sunset Tableau Versepain,
Aquarius Coupletimagery,water,
Mist Song Rhymebeauty,music,nature,
Eccentric Eyes Sonnetpain,
Mother's Garden Rhymeflower,garden,nature,
Starstruck In Your Deep Beauty Free versebeautiful,beauty,flower,l
The Sowing Free versedevotion,
Wild Love Narrativegarden,love,rose,sweet,
What Is Love Sonnetlove,
O the Grieving Free versedeath,funeral,grief,
I Walk On Water Free verseintrospection,life,
Neverland Narrativechildhood,nostalgia,place
Releasing Me Sonnethappiness,peace,
Intolerable Rhymeabuse,betrayal,racism,
The Blackberry and the Rose Personificationimagination
Holding a Wilting Red Rose Versedeath,mother,mothers day,
As We Walk Hand In Hand Rhymehappiness,how i feel,love
Wild Pure and Free Love Free versebeautiful,love,romance,
Strong Point Sonnetlove,
Heaven Or Hell Free versedark,heaven,light,love,
I Hate You All Light Versedark,death,philosophy,sad
Rain Over Vietnam Quaternrain,war,
Angel Tears Light Verseangel,
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier Light Versesoldier,violence,war,
Put Your Head On My Shoulder Light Versedance,romantic,
Simply Time To Go, a Little Brother's Lamentation Rhymebrother,conflict,confusio
So She Broke Your Heart Free verseanalogy,betrayal,hope,lov
The Ripping Free verseabuse,addiction,anger,ang
December Magic Quintain (English)nature,
Long Distance Dreamer Light Versebeautiful,i miss you,long
Autumn's Dreams of a Country Road Rhymenature,seasons,
I Am the Mighty Mountain Personificationearth,mountains,
Approaching Storm Rhymeweather,
New World Order Rhymedrug,society,
Whilst Walking Through the Woods Sonnetanimal,beauty,bird,nature
When Shadows Fall Rhymelife,music,nature,seasons
Fragment Trioletlight
To Him Who Loves Me Sonnetlove,relationship,romanti
Tear Drops Free verseallegory,desire,devotion,
Invitation Rhymelost love,
Yellow Shoes In the Darkness Quatrainme,metaphor,places,yellow
What Use Have I For Words Sonnetwords,
On Blood's Own Sand Free versedeath,desire,emotions,pas
Why So Afraid Iambic Pentameterlove,
For Nineteen Years Lyricbereavement,
A Lady In Red Light Versebeauty,heart,life,love,
The Perfect Painting Rhymeart,beauty,
Church Quatrainblessing,change,devotion,
Seat of Kings Free versebeautiful,green,inspirati
Shoreline Rhymesea,wind,
But I Must Stay Villanellesad,
Through the Dust Pantoumchildhood,memory,
Sonnet For Statues Sonnetart,poems,poetry,
You Hit When I Was Low Rhymepain,
Ancient Warrior Iambic Pentameterangst,culture,native amer
Eccentricity In Love Sonnetlove,universe,
Broken People Free versepeople,
When Bubbles Dissipate Tankabeautiful,beauty,i love y

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Skat A United States Flag United States Read
Poet Destroyer A United States Flag United States Read
Audrey Haick United States Flag United States Read
Keith O.J. Hunt Canada Flag Canada Read
Anne-Lise Andresen Norway Flag Norway Read
Sara Kendrick United States Flag United States Read
Jan Allison Isle Of Man Flag Isle Of Man Read
Jake Ponce Philippines Flag Philippines Read
Carolyn Devonshire United States Flag United States Read
Vera Duggan Australia Flag Australia Read
Robert Nehls United States Flag United States Read
Joyce Johnson United States Flag United States Read
Eileen Manassian _Not Listed Flag _Not Listed Read
Lisa Duggan Australia Flag Australia Read
Barbara Gorelick United States Flag United States Read
Gary Bateman Germany Flag Germany Read
Liam Mcdaid Ireland Flag Ireland Read
Gry Christensen United States Flag United States Read
Arthur Vaso Canada Flag Canada Read
Debbie Guzzi United States Flag United States Read
Roy Jerden United States Flag United States Read
James Fraser United Kingdom Flag United Kingdom Read
Robert Lindley United States Flag United States Read
Richard Lamoureux Canada Flag Canada Read
Paul Callus Malta Flag Malta Read
Miss Sassy United States Flag United States Read
Cherl Dunn United States Flag United States Read
Kp Nunez Philippines Flag Philippines Read
Peter Lewis Holmes Viet Nam Flag Viet Nam Read
David O'Haolin Whalen United States Flag United States Read
Keith Bickerstaffe United Kingdom Flag United Kingdom Read
Lu Loo United States Flag United States Read
Connie Marcum Wong United States Flag United States Read
Lin Lane United States Flag United States Read
Vladislav Raven United Kingdom Flag United Kingdom Read
Gail Foster United Kingdom Flag United Kingdom Read
Pandita Sietesantos United States Flag United States Read
Danetta Barney United States Flag United States Read
Tom Quigley United States Flag United States Read
Jill Spagnola United States Flag United States Read
Andrea Dietrich United States Flag United States Read
Avis Bailey United States Flag United States Read
Kelly Deschler United States Flag United States Read
Len Gasun Thailand Flag Thailand Read
Feli Elizab United States Flag United States Read
Casarah Nance United States Flag United States Read
Edlynn Nau United States Flag United States Read
Leslie Philibert Germany Flag Germany Read
Miraj Raha India Flag India Read
Sarai Virden United States Flag United States Read
C T United States Flag United States Read
Jt Nyx United States Flag United States Read
Charmaine Chircop Malta Flag Malta Read
Timothy Hicks United States Flag United States Read
Sandra Haight United States Flag United States Read
Tim Smith United States Flag United States Read
Suzanne Delaney United States Flag United States Read
Joseph May United States Flag United States Read
Constance La France Canada Flag Canada Read
Daniel Turner United States Flag United States Read
Manmath Dalei India Flag India Read
Kabuteng P.Ink K. Philippines Flag Philippines Read
Robert L. Hinshaw United States Flag United States Read
Nette Onclaud Philippines Flag Philippines Read
Harry Horsman Australia Flag Australia Read
Red Fiery Singapore Flag Singapore Read
Brian Davey United States Flag United States Read
Walter T. Ashe United States Flag United States Read
Carrie Richards United States Flag United States Read
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Caycay Jennings United States Flag United States Read
Emile Pinet Canada Flag Canada Read
Teddy Kimathi Kenya Flag Kenya Read
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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser Philippines Flag Philippines Read
Laura Leiser United States Flag United States Read
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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders United States Flag United States Read
Robert Stoner Jr United States Flag United States Read
Faye Gibson United States Flag United States Read
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Carol Eastman United States Flag United States Read
Charlie Smith United States Flag United States Read
Maurice Yvonne Canada Flag Canada Read
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Bob Quigley United States Flag United States Read
Shadow Hamilton United Kingdom Flag United Kingdom Read
Charles Henderson United States Flag United States Read
Robert Pettit United States Flag United States Read
Francine Roberts Canada Flag Canada Read
Eve Roper United States Flag United States Read
Jack Horne United Kingdom Flag United Kingdom Read
Andrew Crisci United States Flag United States Read
Kash Poet India Flag India Read
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