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

Hector has always been my hero, my idol, my goal.. The epitome of warrior and of a true man, with honor and ethical values unsurpassed. Sadly, none of which can be found in modern times, in modern man..

Yet again I simply could not resist answering your poem with yet another poem. Unfortunately I run the risk of spoiling your page, but this comment should be hidden (or so I believe anyway).

Please simply delete this if it interferes with the aesthetics of your blog or overrides your own creativity:

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Christopher Marlowe
The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
Act V Scene 1:

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here I will dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.

I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sacked;
And I will combat with Menelaus
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appeared to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa’s azured arms;
And known but thou shalt be my paramour!

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As for making people read more poetry..mmm.
The Internet is a good start. But at the end of the day it is a specific type of person who likes, loves or hates poetry. In my humble opinion anyhow. Education, introduction to and access to poetry within our many diverse cultures also play a role I believe.

I think you will be amazed at how many people actually DO read (and appreciate) poetry, dear Inge. Yet, it is not everybody’s cup of tea.

However, as people mature, then (usually) their appreciation of the beautiful things in life matures also. But not all people are any wiser when old, just as not only old people are wise.

Good luck to you though. All good things come in good time.

Lastly: I have explored your blog a bit more thoroughly this time and have realized that all your work is original. Please do forgive me for my previous ignorance..

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

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

Either way it’s fascinating.

If not, it’s http://alanaroberts.wordpress.com

May I ask what degree you are earning/have earned? (Sorry if I missed it elsewhere on the blog.)

Yes, keep writing. Another thing I believe in is reading all kinds of poetry to children before they can even understand the words. I think poetry is made so that the delight comes before the understanding…if you don’t enjoy it you don’t get it. So my theory is that the more children are brought up to enjoy the sounds of poetry, the more adults will later appreciate the meaning and function.