I have a few of these, on different themes. Different poets from different time periods. They're easy to keep in a pocket, and read one or two when I have a minute.
[ His circuitous answer about if any of it's good. He just likes being able to read poetry, and if one or two aren't that interesting, there's a selection of others to try. But here, this one is short, ]
I met a ghost in an old bare house, That looked with lustreless eyes at me, And drove from my eyes sweet dreams & drowse, Till the morning made it flee.
My house is builded of years decayed, And in vain I fill it with new glad light, For a love that is lost is a ghost unlaid That troubles the silent night.
[ It's more than likely that his reading of it is more interesting than the poem itself. Calm and sonorous, someone who takes pleasure in the simple act of poetry its sounds, its structures, and its intent to bring indescribable things into description. ]
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[ His circuitous answer about if any of it's good. He just likes being able to read poetry, and if one or two aren't that interesting, there's a selection of others to try. But here, this one is short, ]
I met a ghost in an old bare house,
That looked with lustreless eyes at me,
And drove from my eyes sweet dreams & drowse,
Till the morning made it flee.
My house is builded of years decayed,
And in vain I fill it with new glad light,
For a love that is lost is a ghost unlaid
That troubles the silent night.
[ It's more than likely that his reading of it is more interesting than the poem itself. Calm and sonorous, someone who takes pleasure in the simple act of poetry its sounds, its structures, and its intent to bring indescribable things into description. ]