Darkling Plain
Never before like today have I enjoyed studying literature this much . To read all the poetry and prose . The authors and poets see life so beautifully . I envy them all , from the most optimist to the most pessimist and cynical . Seeing life is the object .
My soul is my best company ; musing and contemplating , listening to elaborate music , reading poetry and prose . What is the need for society ? Corruption of mind and behavior it is . I love my very own "Small Society" . I love my "Special loneliness" . Curse on all pretensions , social masks . Curse on all lowbrows .
It's so pleasing to find your very own thoughts and beliefs in a good poet's works :
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
DOVER BEACH ,By Matthew Arnold ; 1867
posted by Amir at
12:39 PM
2 Comments:
hey buddy, I see not only you have found your thoughts and beliefs in Matthew Arnold but also your looks ;-)
just kidding, keep up the good work
...Often,in the world's most crowded streets,
But often,in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life,
A thirst to spend our fire and restlees force
In tracking out true,original course;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart that beats
So wild,so deep in us,to know
Whence our thoughts come and where they go.
And many a man in his own breast then delves,
But deep enough,alas,none ever mines:
And we have been on many thousand lines,
And we have shown on each talent and power,
But hardly have we,for one little hour,
Been on our own line,have we been ourselves.
Matthew Arnold
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