Sleep on Adonis, peace is your abode:
No critics slander, naught disturbs your rest;
The laurel wreath that crowns your gentle breast
Thrives rich and green, as always it bestowed
Its leafy luxury, and ever glowed
A 'welcome all' that all might be your guest,
And toast to all the beautiful and best
That from the fount of Helicon has flowed.
Dream on Adonis, whom the world did bear
So crudely; fear not that you wrote in vain:
Your name, though writ in water, feeds the grain
That ripens and becomes the future's fare;
Though you had none, your word shall seed an heir,
And through his voice shall yours resound again.
This is easily the best poem I've read on anyone's blog, with some considerable thought going into structure, rhythm and meter. And it's good to see someone take on the difficult challenge of making it all rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI used to write poetry when I was much younger, but I stopped after reading Eliot. I now write prose essays, although there is one poem on my blog that probably nobody has ever read:
http://dennishodgson.blogspot.com/2009/11/silence-fragment.html