How wonderfully Mephistophelean my friend. Yours is a poem steeped in dark foreboding; you are Yeats's 'rough beast, slouching towards Bethlehem to be reborn." I like the fact that your poem is fashioned on an Elizabethan rhyme scheme and yet is page formatted as a Petrarchan sonnet with its octave and sestet. The logical structure of the poem, with its comparison of mythic past in the octave with the dark promise of the future in the sestet, is interesting to say the least. your diction is dark, resonant, and prophetic throughout. Good poem.
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