I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home Poem by Christopher John Brennan
I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home
I am driven everywhere from a clinging home,
O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet
have made, when your smouldering dwindled to odorous fume,
close room for my heart, where I might crouch and dream
of days and ways I had trod, and look with regret
on the darkening homes of men and the window-gleam,
and forget the morrows that threat and the unknown way.
But a bitter wind came out of the yellow-pale west
and my heart is shaken and fill'd with its triumphing cry:
You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam
with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky!
The line 'But a bitter wind came out of the yellow-pale west' reminded me of Edgar Alan Poe, and the last lines 'and my heart is shaken and fill'd with its triumphing cry: You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky! ' seem to mirror in a more modern setting the fate of the curse sailor in 'The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner' ever driven onward, thus I read this several times and valued the poem more richly through associations and deeper more reflective scanning of words and lines.
It took me a minute to get into his rhythm and style but when I did, I found it soulful and about all of us at one time or another
You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky! Great imagery in your poem, I liked it......
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4/23/2024 11:31:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.