September 30, 2009

When We Two Parted

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--Description: 19th C, Byron G.G., Disillusion, Love, Separation--

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
I silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Lord George G. Byron

--Did You Know: (22 January 1788– 19 April 1824) Lord Byron was a British poet and a leading figure in Romanticism. Amongst Byron's best-known works are the brief poems She Walks in Beauty, When We Two Parted, and So, We'll Go no More a Roving, in addition to the narrative poems Childe Harold's Pilgrimage and Don Juan. He is regarded as one of the greatest British poets and remains widely read and influential, both in the English-speaking world and beyond. Byron's notability rests not only on his writings but also on his life, which featured aristocratic excesses, love affairs with both sexes, huge debts, and self-imposed exile. He was notably described by Lady Caroline Lamb as "mad, bad, and dangerous to know". Byron served as a regional leader of Italy's revolutionary organization, the Carbonari, in its struggle against Austria. He later travelled to fight against the Ottoman Empire in the Greek War of Independence, for which Greeks revere him as a national hero. He died from a fever contracted while in Messolonghi in Greece.

--Word of the Day: prestidigitation / (pres-ti-dij-i-TAY-shuhn) (noun):
1. A sleight of hand.
2. Deceitfulness, trickery.
"It is, of course, a nonsense number, a statistical prestidigitation."
-Polly Toynbee; Is There Pensions Apartheid?; Guardian (London, UK); Jul 4, 2009.

--Quote of the Day: Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
-Carl Sandburg

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Sarita on November 15, 2009 at 2:09 PM said...

What a lovely, bitter-sweet poem this is, thanks for posting.

V. Mahfood on November 15, 2009 at 2:39 PM said...

This is a sad and yet realistic poem. To think love was the same back then as it is now! Thank you for your kind comment.

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