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130th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 130th Virtual Poetry Circle!

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

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books 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.

Also, sign up for the 2011 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please contribute to the growing list of 2011 Indie Lit Award Poetry Suggestions (please nominate 2011 Poetry), visit the stops on the National Poetry Month Blog Tour from April.

Today’s poem is from Robert W. Service for the New Year; I hope everyone has a great 2012:

The Passing of the Year

My glass is filled, my pipe is lit,
     My den is all a cosy glow;
And snug before the fire I sit,
     And wait to feel the old year go.
I dedicate to solemn thought
     Amid my too-unthinking days,
This sober moment, sadly fraught
     With much of blame, with little praise.

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time
     You stand to bow your last adieu;
A moment, and the prompter's chime
     Will ring the curtain down on you.
Your mien is sad, your step is slow;
     You falter as a Sage in pain;
Yet turn, Old Year, before you go,
     And face your audience again.

That sphinx-like face, remote, austere,
     Let us all read, whate'er the cost:
O Maiden! why that bitter tear?
     Is it for dear one you have lost?
Is it for fond illusion gone?
     For trusted lover proved untrue?
O sweet girl-face, so sad, so wan
     What hath the Old Year meant to you?

And you, O neighbour on my right
     So sleek, so prosperously clad!
What see you in that aged wight
     That makes your smile so gay and glad?
What opportunity unmissed?
     What golden gain, what pride of place?
What splendid hope?  O Optimist!
     What read you in that withered face?

And You, deep shrinking in the gloom,
     What find you in that filmy gaze?
What menace of a tragic doom?
     What dark, condemning yesterdays?
What urge to crime, what evil done?
     What cold, confronting shape of fear?
O haggard, haunted, hidden One
     What see you in the dying year?

And so from face to face I flit,
     The countless eyes that stare and stare;
Some are with approbation lit,
     And some are shadowed with despair.
Some show a smile and some a frown;
     Some joy and hope, some pain and woe:
Enough!  Oh, ring the curtain down!
     Old weary year! it's time to go.

My pipe is out, my glass is dry;
     My fire is almost ashes too;
But once again, before you go,
     And I prepare to meet the New:
Old Year! a parting word that's true,
     For we've been comrades, you and I --
I thank God for each day of you;
     There! bless you now!  Old Year, good-bye!

What do you think?

  • I like the personification of the Old Year as a comrade. Happy New Year!

    • I like that as well. There is something very old fashioned about this.

  • my whisky glass
    cheers auld lang syne
    raised to the past
    and future times

    with seasons cheer
    my glass is raised
    to wish you here
    a bright new day

    a bright new day
    free from sorrow
    this I truly pray
    for all your tomorrows

    Best wishes for the coming year.
    Parrish.

    • Thanks for sharing that verse. I hope you had a great new year too.

  • the bookworm

    How fantastic.
    “Some joy and hope, some pain and woe:
    Enough! Oh, ring the curtain down!
    Old weary year! it’s time to go.”

    Happy New Year to you and your family Serena 🙂

    • That was my sentiment exactly about 2011. Enough already.

  • I love poems I can understand! :–) This one definitely sounds dated (I guess because it’s understandable!) but I like it anyway. I like the line “for we’ve been comrades, you and I”

    I hope you and your family have the best of new years!

    • I really liked the older feel to this one.