J Smith Anonymous wrote @ October 22, 2008 at 1:20 am

If this is Inge from SA, then I know you.
What a coincidence..

Nice poem. I like it..
Also The Soul’s Passage. But this one (Part 1) is really good (for me anyway).

Who wrote it?

Ciao

  J Smith Anonymous wrote @ April 8, 2009 at 11:17 pm

A quick “Hi” again.

Hell, it took like 6 months for my last message to appear here!
Anyway, as you see: my name is J Smith Anonymous It honestly is not important and makes no difference to any of us. Secrets are more intriguing anyway.

I sometimes find myself wondering how you are doing and if your SJ still exists. Anyway.
I sincerely hope that life is good to you.

So, are you going to tell me who wrote this?
My knowledge of poetry is shocking. I did a Google on it, but ended up here every time

I therefore concluded, it has to be you.
Really nice stuff Inge. It also does remind me of you, or what little I ever knew of you. You know what I mean..

Purely out of interest: my fave poem is “Xanadu – Kubla Khan” – a poem by Coleridge. Of course you know it. So stunning, I know it by heart.. Such a terrible pity he was interrupted, no?

I mention this purely because, in a small way (and in my own personal way), your poem reminds me of some part of it:

“….But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail :
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !”

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Take care dear Inge… Kiss the mountain for me
X
Bye

  J Smith Anonymous wrote @ April 9, 2009 at 4:00 pm

**a very big smile**
I am happy that life is good to you. And a secret I will remain, no matter how annoying (sorry). This is not the place to discuss such issues, and it is an extremely small world as we have just discovered. What I can admit to you is that you never liked me very much, which is simply the way life is. With over 6 billion people on the planet we simply cannot all get along right? It is only natural. So, I will simply stick to my couple of comments here.

As for my “refined” taste of poetry.
You make me smile and blush in return. I do not think so. I have mentioned before: my knowledge on poetry is simply shocking, yet I believe that one does not have to be a Professor to appreciate such things. Overanalyses of anything tend to spoil the natural beauty for me. I like to use my own imagination to interpret the hidden messages conveyed in the creation of poetry, no matter how flawed my views.

And no, unlike you, I am not a dancer. A simple metaphor with meanings deeper than those caverns measureless to man

Got to go. It was nice talking to you again. If you publish anything, let me know.
Ciao Inge