This week’s poem is by Konstantin Nikoleyevich Batyushkov. He was born in 1787, joined the army, fought in the War of 1812 &, after retiring from the army, became a well-known poet. Sadly, at the age of 34, he became increasingly depressed & his mental health gradually worsened as he travelled in Europe searching for a cure. He spent the rest of his life, another 34 years, in seclusion.
This poem was written in 1819.
There is an enjoyment in a wilderness of trees,
A pleasure by the salty ocean,
There is a concord in the swell of heavy seas,
Cascading down in mindless motion.
I love my near and dear, but, Mother Nature, yet
Within my heart you are the stronger!
With you, O sovereign one, I can at once forget
Both what I was, when I was younger,
And what I have become beneath the chill of time.
Through you my senses have awoken:
My soul cannot express these things in graceful rhyme
Yet cannot let them stay unspoken.
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Beautiful poem. Still relevant by today's standards though there are days I would love to have 34 years in seclusion. I enjoy yours poems on Sunday. I don't always comment but I do read them each week. Have a lovely Sunday.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pam. It's a beautiful day here, cold but sunny. I spent an hour or so in the garden this morning, weeding & feeding my veggies. Lucky & Phoebe have both found sunny spots to sleep in although neither of them was very keen on getting up this morning as it was very chilly.
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