Can'T Cant Comment

Read you after eons with dull interest,
failed in making sense of the rhyme,
saddened to hear up is my time,
cursed your free verse bodied in five lines,
why o why! My attention is deprived?
Murdered and forgotten,
so long, and gone emotion,
why was there ever life?
I have now opened eyes,
don't belittle me,
so what? have I corrupted mind,
loosen your grip,
neglect your affect,
fade your memories,
cut me off,
roll my eyes,
exit this page,
excuse my excuse,
read you but unread you,
sorry poem I can't cant comment on you.

by rinki nandy

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The author of the semi-autobiographical novel Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë possessed a deeply passionate heart being revealed in all her works. As a child, she started to play with wooden soldiers and to construct an illusory world, named Angria, about which she began to write in great detail. In 1849, Charlotte traveled to London and began to move in literary circles, where she met Thackeray. The great discrepancy between the society described by Thackeray and the ideal of Brontë is a stimulus for a fighting attitude Charlotte had in her poetry, also in her novels like Shirley and Villette. Even so, this kind of fight embraced a pacifist point of view while dreaming of a true love as fiery as it was described in the stories she had written. Could the battle-struggle earn One kind glance from thine eye, How this withering heart would burn, The heady fight to try! The conflict between love and independence has no solution. Wild, long, a trumpet sounds afar; Bid me­bid me go Where Seik and Briton meet in war, On Indian Sutlej's flow. The tension between sexual energies and social realities is projected far away, in another space. She needs a comparison and a need to run from her own problems. Love and liberty need sacrifice, Blood has dyed the Sutlej's waves With scarlet stain, I know; While expecting a child, Charlotte caught pneumonia. Even her illness could have been cured, Charlotte had consciously or unconsciously an opportunity to think of her ending moment in life, thus she died.She couldn't win this battle with death. A reason can be her secluded life in the wilds of Yorkshire together with her sisters, her drug addicted brother, and an eccentric father. Tell me, if with wandering bands I roam full far away, Wilt thou, to those distant lands, In spirit ever stray? Charlotte took up her pen to reveal the truth about her life fulfilled with feelings, desires, triumphs and many disappointments. An impossible love saved Jane Eyre but didn't save the author; remained, in reality, a secret passion for a man she could never have.Thus, the relationship with Mr. Arthur Bell Nichols has developed intensely and dramatically from the moment he became her husband. Both felt the pull of individual self-development against the wish for emotional fulfillment. If, hot from war, I seek thy love, Darest thou turn aside? Darest thou, then, my fire reprove, By scorn, and maddening pride? In fact, it was a fight to live. She died while being pregnant. Then Love thus crowned with sweet reward, Hope blest with fulness large, I'd mount the saddle, draw the sword, And perish in the charge!
A wild delight! ! Thanks for sharing.
Depression is a sign of having no faith in God.... Thanks for posting👍
I adore this poem. The speaker is so desperate and hopeless for the attention of her love interest. She conveys that she is willing to do anything for it. What young woman hasn't felt that way at some point?