1 EAGLETON NOTES: Valentines Long Gone

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Thursday, 14 February 2019

Valentines Long Gone


You weren't beside me yesternight
With lips and eyes so sweetly smiling;
So full of soul, of life, of light,
So beautifully care-beguiling,
That you almost made me gay,
You almost charmed the thought away
That memory soon mine all would be
And you would smile no more for me.

26 comments:

  1. Heartfelt lines on Valentine's Day. Am I right to assume that you crafted them yourself Graham? I applaud you - either for writing the lines or simply for choosing them.

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    1. YP, I did write them. I was in my late teens and the lack of sophistication shows. However they were written with pure youthful emotion. I have never shown them to anyone before and I have absolutely no idea what made me decide to publish them today. I'd just read your 'proper' poem and that of Heron. I wrote the words on my blog and then, believe it or not, accidentally posted them, by which time there was nothing I could do. In a way it's a huge relief: whatever the comments.

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    2. Soulful words; and before I read your reply to YP, you had me wondering about the source, but at the same time thinking that whatever the answer to that, John's comment probably sums up the appropriate response! ♥

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    3. Monica, when I was a youngster I kept a book in which I wrote things close to my heart. I've still got it (and the fountain pen I used at the time which I've had since I was about 9) and read from it occasionally. There are times when I look at some of the poems that I wrote and genuinely wonder whether they were mine.

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  2. On special days memories are brought back. Nice way to put your feelings.

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  3. I suppose someone has to say it; Oh how language has changed! Nowadays line 5 would probably have been altered.

    We should never be afraid of showing our poetic sentiments to the world, I've even done it myself in the past.

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    1. Cro, there are so many sayings that we grew up with where the meaning of the language has changed. My Mum a saying that "All the world's a little queer, 'cept thee and me and even thee's a little queer." I still use it out of habit but I really should remember to substitute "strange" for "queer". Language evolves but sometimes I think usage sometimes usurps perfectly good meanings.

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    2. "Usurp" is one of my all-time favorite words. Let's hope no one appropriates it...

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    3. Doubtless at some time, Mrs S, someone will do something unseemly with it.

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  4. Thank you for showing us your long-kept secret poem, Graham. It is poignant and bittersweet (at least that is my impression).

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    1. Thank you, Meike. You've hit the nail on the proverbial head.

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  5. Hope you have a valentine now. It sounds like a sad poem .

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    1. Diane, life is far less complicated now that the emotional driven hormones of youth have quietened down.

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  6. That is so sad and probably very relevant to so many people. Sob.

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    1. Potty, I'm sure it is relevant to many people and whilst that was written in the flush of early love I've thought about it often since then.

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  7. Your words sounded like an epitaph for a dead lover, was that your intention ?

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    1. Heron, my intention as a very young man when I wrote that was to try and convey loss. The person didn't cease to live but, to me, she might as well have.

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  8. That is sad, but so very beautiful. Memories live on...cherished memories remain cherished within our heart and within our mind. The love once felt remains....

    Thank you for sharing, Graham.

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    1. Lee, I think that if one is capable of the passion of happiness in love then by its very nature sadness is at some time almost inevitable. As you said 'The love once felt remains.'

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  9. What a completely beautiful poem. It is no less powerful and lovely for the age at which you composed it. In fact, I think it is more so. It's one of those rare flowers that smells even sweeter, having been pressed between the pages of a book for many years.

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    1. Gosh, Mrs S, your prose is poetry to my ears. Thank you.

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