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Sonnet to Whitehaven

PostPosted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 12:36 pm
by Heaven/Hell
Whitehaven is a picturesque little burg on the northern coast of Cumbria/Cumberland, in the north-west corner of England. I recently went for a little excursion to see this little county, as it inspired Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, Beatrix Potter and Alfred Wainwright to compose some memorable rural verse and literature. I became particularly enamoured with Whitehaven, and I hope this little poem does it some justice.
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Its sandy beaches in sunnier climes
And the ebb and flow of the oceanic tides
Seem to overlap an underlying scene
Of matchless beauty, calm and serene.
The gulls whose cries ring over the harbour
Resonate within them a part of this ardour
Which, though often unheeded,
Is within the souls of those who feel it -
This secret carried though young and old
Who can but wonder as its glory unfolds,
For the like the sun drawing down upon the waves,
Its mystical glimmer is in Eternity paved.
And I affirm that this secret shall forever be part of me -
I live in its grace when I pierce into the heart of me.

PostPosted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:11 pm
by Saturn
Truly romantic, Wordsworthian I might say.

Thanks for sharing that H&H :D

PostPosted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:46 pm
by dks
That is quite nicely done. I really like the shift--in the very last two lines when you go from outside yourself in your surroundings to within...these lines stand out to me--the imagery is beautiful:

Its sandy beaches in sunnier climes
And the ebb and flow of the oceanic tides
Seem to overlap an underlying scene
Of matchless beauty, calm and serene.


and those last two lines--I love them in relation to the rest of the poem:

And I affirm that this secret shall forever be part of me -
I live in its grace when I pierce into the heart of me.

PostPosted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 11:41 am
by Heaven/Hell
Thanks guys, much appreciated.

There's always this anxiety after I write, it probably stems from the rapture of managing to immortalise in verse of what I'm feeling (ever feel so great you want to celebrate each poem with a party? that's what's going on inside with the 'inner being' that composes it).