Unknowing, I journeyed blind until Yeats
Drew straight into my mind a scene so evocative
I dare not breathe, lest I dispel the richness,
The provocative depth and sight
of those ’embroidered cloths’
To which he likened the night.
I laughed at Carroll’s Jabberwock and Snark.
Grieved as Tennyson’s mood, so dark, questioned his God
And I faltered with him where he had firmly trod.
I wandered lonely o’er Wordsworth’s hills then rejoiced
As my eager eyes filled with daffodils.
Keats showed me the timelessness of art
And the sweet transport of his heart as the nightingale sang.
I thrilled to the exotic tang of cinnamon upon the wind
As I stood on Masefield’s quinquireme and peacocks
Strutted amongst the Tamarind.
Like a dry sponge, my raging thirst drank in Byron,
Shelley, Coleridge. Their words fed my soul, filled me
With joy and agony, made me whole. But why?
What compelled these poets to see their world
With such an emotive eye?
In Sonnet Eighteen, Shakespeare answered me.
‘So long lives this and this gives life to thee’.
© Susan E. Birch
Excerpt from the book Ancient Whispers
About the Author
When Susan was eleven years old a teacher, knowing her love of Literature and History, gave her a copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare and a poetry anthology both of which changed her life. When she opened the book of poetry it naturally fell open at a page on which was a poem called ‘The Cloths of Heaven’ by W.B. Yeats. She read it and was stunned as it was the first time words had actually drawn a picture in her mind. Later, reading the book of Shakespeare, she found Sonnet 18’ and found the answer to why poets wrote poetry. From then on she was an avid reader of poetry and fell in love with the classical poets.
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