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  • This is a seriously good poem. Well done Lina Poet.

  • nice work.

    5*

    all the best

    Kean

  • Echoes of Blake as well as Eliot adding to the fascination of the not-quite-understood logic of the piece (art needs little logic). Title must be Mann and there's a Jewish undercurrent. But these rhymes Lina are just up my street and the lovely long rhythms. It has a witty melancholy but is razor-sharp - which I should think is you in a nutshell ;)

  • More razor to the the melancholy with a bit of a whit of wit just about right.

    Thank you for "seeing " so much, so pleased you enjoyed it. (How about throwing in a smattering of Bernard Shaw, or perhaps not so "done" these days? ;-) ).

  • Sumptuously phrased, a journey to get lost in, as the best journeys always are. As TS Elliot inspires, do you.

  • Thank you so much, Mark. Somehow I knew that you, in getting lost, would not get lost here. :-)

  • I agree with tinySpectacle's comments, the rhythm and subtle rhymes are truly wonderful, appearing unexpectedly yet create a momentum that leads us through a vast landscape, from the Steppes to Stepney, leading up to your denouement. And I shall never look at a Northern sea again without thinking of a Prussian's cloak. Truly a remarkable journey, physically, emotionally and spiritually. My new fav.

  • Thank you fellow traveller. I have truly been surprised at how so many have found ways in to this poem, I should not have been given the insight of my friends on youtube. :-)

  • Thank you so much! :-)

  • Just lovely. I have read/listened to this three times already and what seems most remarkable is how you pull the reader forward with your language--your tone slightly shifting given the lines: "forget the healing, burn the little blighters." And your use of rhyme is very effective--adds layers: "Not in degradation of molten wax, moulded facts." Just excellent.

  • Your comments send a warming and a lifting; I know you know that feeling. :-)

  • You BETTER not EVER let so much time pass between posting new poems ever again! Where am I supposed to get my inspiration from??? You will be in sooooooooo much trouble if you don't start posting again. Sheesh... you poetry Godesses are all alike! ;) ----- five stars and FAVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

  • You mean you know some others?! ;)

  • My primitive Canadian mind would like you to at least point me in the right direction of what this is all about.

  • Thank you so much for visiting and grappling with this one. It would take a tome of an autobiography to explain this poem away; that's largely why I love poetry.

    I hope you get some sense of "sadness and longing", I suspect you did.

    My best wishes to you and to Canada. :-)

  • I came back to it. Wonderful poem. I hope you don't mind if I share this on facebook.

  • Powerful. One to come back to.

  • Thank you. :-)

  • This is a red wine poem, not just a politely sipped glass, but a whole bottle drunk with enthusiasm.

    I am sure I will listen to it and read it many times and that each time it will stir my imagination with its glorious imagery and ideas. I got flashes of the old east end and Essex and I wondered...did you spend time there?

    Thanks for posting such a fine poem,

    Regards, Peter

  • Time there? Not precisely, but it was all part of the diaspora in my neck of the woods.

    Thank you for your thoughtful (as in full of thought) comment. I hold no responsibility for you getting tipsy. :p

  • Lovely poem. I think the obscure references add mystique to it. 5*s.

  • Thank you. I'm so glad you found something in it which you enjoyed.

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