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March 28th 2008 01:03
Solitude
by Lord Byron
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel and to possess,
And roam alone, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Contemplating life’s meaning without distraction,
An avoidance of dogma through isolation.
Cultural influences and stigma ignored,
Individual beliefs thrive without population.
To journey into an experienced mind,
To assess without prejudice,
The inevitable conclusion of mass ignorance combated,
A blessed state of clear thinking.
by Lord Byron
Lord Byron
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel and to possess,
And roam alone, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Review in Poem by Dexter
Contemplating life’s meaning without distraction,
An avoidance of dogma through isolation.
Cultural influences and stigma ignored,
Individual beliefs thrive without population.
To journey into an experienced mind,
To assess without prejudice,
The inevitable conclusion of mass ignorance combated,
A blessed state of clear thinking.
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Comment by Lilla
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How lovely a treat. What a delight, what 'clear thinking!' Many donl't like Byron, but he is perhaps my favourite poet in many ways... he can see so deeply into the nature of things... possibly because he spent so much time within her company?
A pleasure ... and I hope your Easter was.
Lilla ...
Comment by Dexter
I would probably consider Byron my all time favourite poet, though I'm big on the Beat generation too.
Easter was very relaxing and a wonderful time was had by all.