The Poet 14 Replies Poetry dies In eyes Grown dim With sin. Thomas rages At the dying light. What use are pages At the final, “goodnight! Share this:PrintRedditEmailPocketPinterestTumblrTwitterFacebookLinkedInTelegramWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
This feels so sad. But you’ve inspired me to write a vilanelle again! For what the words are worth anyway!
Many thanks for commenting, Lorraine. I’m delighted that I have inspired you to write, and look forward to reading your poem. Best wishes, Kevin
Hints of ‘Larkin’ here…
Many thanks for your comment, Eric. I am flattered to hear that this poem contains “hints of Larkin”. I do admire Larkin, but have never (consciously) attempted to write as he did. Best wishes, Kevin
Nor should you, Kevin, you are you and your poetry shows this – ‘At the final, “goodnight!’ was the line that made me think of Larkin, the way he wrote of the everyday, until the end.
Thanks, Eric, I can see why the final line might make you think of Larkin. He is a fine poet and “Aubade”, together with “Ambulances” are 2 of my favourites of his. Kevin
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True and such a lovely poem, Kevin. Too good.
Thank you. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes, Kevin
A lovely, thoughtful poem, Kevin. Thank you.
Thank you, Vivienne. I am really pleased you like it. Best wishes, Kevin
I like it☺️
Thank you, Robert. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes, Kevin