Famous Poems of the Past Explained Poem

Famous Poems of the Past Explained Poem By Bin Ramke

Imagine how much I hope, imagine
what a fan I am, how I want to read
wisdom, yes, and applaud such confidence.
I was about to step when I noticed
there was no world there, so I turned
quickly searching for foot-sized solidity
to enhance my belief in the future.

Then I noticed the little yellow flowers
that sprang timely in my footprints
impressions graceful and slender as a past.
Another time you were with me and we
were young it had to do with sex
we breathed heavily the hard air
and saw our own internal shapes turn white
in front of us then fade into the borrowed
dusk of the room. It was perhaps
our first time, and I was in love
with your bravery, how you fearlessly
gave yourself into yourself, so I gathered
a small nosegay of yellow violets
that were the color of the bed
and of the dust floating languorous.
And then the barest small foot of you
kept creeping into my memory, as if
I had seen you naked and unafraid, as
each tiny foot of yours impressed itself
in the snow and the white nativity
of the season turned itself sorrowful
but so attractively. No one knew better
than you the look of the afternoon,
and how the foot is slim and of a shape
to win a woman’s greatest ease and note that
the memory fades, and I pay my bill
and walk home past the flower shops.

Orpheus tracing his steps back to the surface
to make music again; how the instrument
is a body of wood breathing, a wisdom of
will and carpentry given voice; how he knew
tunes to turn trees into audience. Anyway,
the little family in the church held their dirty hymnals
and sang the old songs to the wheezing
box behind them. Nobody thought about anything
much: hunger, horror, the grand harmonies
of the light, the night where nothing
but blossoms of stars would crowd
and tumultuous clouds come pouring
over the rim from Canada
tendering the shiny coin of rain upon the plain:
Let not the darke thee cumber;

What though the Moon do’s slumber?
the starres of the night,
will lend thee their light,
like Tapers cleare without number.

Famous Poems of the Past Explained Poem

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