I
Would rather die
In this darkening park,
While
Evening birds sing,
Than in some sterile
Hospital wing,
Where drugs oblivion bring,
And no birds sing.
—
Having written the last line, I am reminded that I owe a huge debt to John Keats, “La Belle Dame sans Merci”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44475/la-belle-dame-sans-merci-a-ballad).
The last 2 lines of the first stanza of Keat’s poem read:
“The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing”.
While the last stanza of the poem runs thus:
“And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing”.
I really feel this one keenly Kevin. Me too
Thank you, Lorraine. I’m so pleased that you can relate to this poem of mine. Best wishes, Kevin
I absolutely agree with the sentiments of this poem, Kevin.
And I studied La Belle Dame sans Merci when at college. You’ve reminded me to look it up again.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted that you can relate to this poem of mine, and I agree that Keat’s poem is wonderful. I’m pleased that you will revisit Keat’s work.
Best wishes, Kevin