| User | Mister Fizzle | | Topic | taken aback | | Message | Sometimes you read a poem that just kind of humbles you and makes you feel like you have a long way to go to be a good poet or writer in general. "Going to the Wars" by Richard Lovelace was such a poem for me, I just thought I’d share it with you guys here. It’s basicaly about a guy who tells his woman he’s going off to war for his honors sake, and although it saddens her for him to do so he tells her he could never lover her as much as he does if he did not love honor more. Lovelace was a genius with words. I am humbled.
"Going to the Wars"
by Richard Lovelace
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
that from the nunnery
of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
to warlike arms I fly
True, a new mistress now I serve
the first foe in the field
and with a sterner faith embrace
the sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
as thou too shall adore
I could not love thee, dear, so much
loved I not honor more.
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| User | Sandburg | 2004-12-21 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | Well there are two elements here, the concept and the construction. I’m not sure which affects you more, but I’m guessing both contribute. The concept that without honor the narrator can’t live or love is quite noble. The diction is period, the meter and rhyme perfect. I have a hunch that when the concept comes to you for such a poem, Kam, that you will rise to the occasion with regards the construction. What are you passionate about? |
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