Poetry, April 13

[jade_sabre]

It's still April 13th somewhere! Today's guest programmer is Becca, who picked this poem for the title, although she finds the poet "slightly twee." From Charlotte Smith:




Sonnet LXX: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic
Is there a solitary wretch who hies
To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,
And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes
Its distance from the waves that chide below;
Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs
Chills his cold bed upon the mountain turf,
With hoarse, half-utter'd lamentation, lies
Murmuring responses to the dashing surf?
In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,
I see him more with envy than with fear;
He has no nice felicities that shrink
From giant horrors; wildly wandering here,
He seems (uncursed with reason) not to know
The depth or the duration of his woe.

Comments

[bluestalking.livejournal.com]

I DID NOT KNOW YOU WOULD ACTUALLY PICK IT.

*lols in mild agonies*

[jade-sabre-301.livejournal.com]

IT WAS ONE IN THE MORNING

I WAS DESPERATE

i don't even get it

:-b

[loquaciousquark.livejournal.com]

what a title