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382nd Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 382nd Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today’s poem is from Thomas Lovell Beddoes:

Dirge

We do lie beneath the grass
In the moonlight, in the shade
Of the yew-tree. They that pass
Hear us not. We are afraid
They would envy our delight,
In our graves by glow-worm night.
Come follow us, and smile as we;
We sail to the rock in the ancient waves,
Where the snow falls by thousands into the sea,
And the drown’d and the shipwreck’d have happy graves.

What do you think?

  • Anna (Diary of an Eccentric)

    Merging words that denote haunting and happier images is very interesting.

  • Suko http://www.sukosnotebook

    “We are afraid they would envy our delight.” Interesting perspective!