I WISH YOU WERE NOT GONE FROM THIS COLD PLACE

I WISH YOU WERE NOT GONE FROM THIS COLD PLACE

A Poem by Juliet

I WISH YOU WERE NOT GONE FROM THIS COLD PLACE

Eliot
I wish you were not gone from this cold place,
I should like to have met you face to face
and reclined with you there,
in an epiphinal embrace.

You were old when I was born,
old as Prufrock when I was born;
and in the midst of my great depression,
you found your wings,
your wings  
and your final digression.

Why

 

Why do we see clearly, all,
only one moment before we die?

I hope you watch, amused,
from your advantaged position.
Michaelangelo lives,
he lives to this day
In decrepit condition.

And the women,
the cat-fog,
the gutters cry for you--
they are but useless mimes
sprawled out in a block,
in a block or two;

For no one listened to them like you.

I hear your voice in vacant lots,
in alleyways
and sea-waves.

The muses cry themselves to sleep;
I can hear them from the water's edge--

 

they do not cry for me.

Come and visit us again,
flow through your student's eager pen.
come remind us of our fate;
remind us there is time,
there is always time
to murder and create.

I shall toast my tea to you
when all the world is unetherized and new,
and watch with wondering eyes,
with wonder and surprise,
the wonder of you.

T.S. Eliot poems referenced include: The Cooking Egg, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, and Preludes.
 

© 2008 Juliet


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This isn't a review because I don't feel I'm good enough to criticise. This is some guy saying I read it, I liked it, and I'm looking foward to reading more in the future.

I liked the allusions to subjects and things he approaches in his own work - it would be easy to go overboard in this department, but I don't think you did.

Keep it up
-Ant.




Posted 17 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.




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Such beauty in the weaving of your words, and Eliot with so many graces inspires, and is there inside each line ~ depth, and beauty.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I would say that it was not only a wonderful piece but a very mature write. And of course some of the lines like --- is an excellent way to portray your idea.
"Michaelangelo lives..
in a block or two;

For no one listened to them like you. "

Overall to convey the way you think and feel about elliot has been excellently conveyed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Juliet,Juliet,Juliet, Your graceful tribute to Eliot, May we drink our tea too, and celebrate the "wonder of you". As the prophet sleeps, anew. Gratefully, TomG

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is immensely touching.

Very delicate and poignant piece. Good use of subtle yet powerful language that evokes emotions.

Thanks for sharing.

Loves,
Raven

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

some were good, some were favorites and some passed unknown

Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

Oh to be Eliot. At least we were able to read about him.

Well done!

Posted 16 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

This was very nice Juliet, the poem flowed well. I love it when people write dedications or odes to their heros it's only rightand I think you did a good job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.

This is beutiful, poetry simply reflects the heart of the writter, you ahd a beautiful heart

Posted 16 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.

excellent , wonderfully written. Kudos.

Posted 16 Years Ago


8 of 8 people found this review constructive.

Reminded me of Eliot himself.
Good work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.


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