An utterance is carried in the tide
Remain a man, and do not follow me
Though land is out of sight, and you are lost
Do not surrender to this raging sea
Though bitter is the wind, and every wave
Whose crest you climb, threatens to shatter you
As it comes crashing down, do not relent
Hold tight the ropes, and see lifes voyage through
Each feeling man must fight this cursed battle
Against the storm that rises in his breast
When passion surges from the souls abyss
And throws his heart from crest to foaming crest
No sky of leaden clouds remains forever
They dissipate once they outweep their rain
No oceans boundless, man, your hands are strong
Unfurl the sail, and let the winds of pain
Drive on your hearts trimaster through this night
Have courage! Do not yield as I have done
To longing for release, deaths easy peace
Youll only join the chorus of the drowned...
We, the young Werthers and the Chattertons
Half-written lives that never reached their prime
Can now but sing our warning hymn to sailors
From shipwrecks buried in the salty slime
Lashed by the rain, mount on these heaving waters
Against whose savage swell I lost my war
And let the storm that overwhelms so many
Bear you towards the peace of distant shores...













Comments
When passion surges from the souls abyss
And throws his heart from crest to foaming crest
This passage does emphasise the agitated state of his mind in a very accurate way.
And by the way, the storm, the sea, the clouds and the trimaster are all very good shaped metaphors in this case although I must confess that neither Baudelaire nor Chatterton is known to me and it seems that youve drawn much inspiration from them.
But you described Chattertons life as much as it is relevant for comprehending the poem.
It seems that he had have a very interesting live and I like your idea of interweaving his case with that of Werther and your suggestion that both are some kind of example standing for more of their kind, ( We, the young Werthers and the Chattertons ) concerned with the same matters and being constantly endangered by self-extinction. (For that was, what Werther did with aiming his whole longing at Charlotte)
I think this poem is a very successful piece of work. I like the Idea of combining the metaphors with the case of Werther and the way how it depicts an answer to the raging conflict in the minds of these Chattertons and Werthers
I like the image of the dissipating clouds you gave
I m really into the first verse. It is a great start. Remain a man, and do not follow me is placed on the right spot.
Concerning the meter or rhythm, it is quite difficult for me to comprehend the rhythm of a lyrical work that is not written in my mother-tongue. Actually, it is sometimes even quite hard for me, to follow the rhymes of German poems. In addition, there is the fact that especially lyrical works do often use idioms and some words do have very sublime connotations in poems. So I hope that I am able to meet the requirements of your poem.
I have to think about this poem several times. Maybe I will be able to phrase more specific statements
Best regards
Even if we'd never met, if I'd had a book of poems like this, the bad times I've been through in the past would have been a lot easier.
The fact that you can offer hope without sounding naive or preachy makes you one of a very rare breed these days. I'm looking forward to reading more.
As for constructive critisicm? I... can truthly say that I have none. The title fits well with my own mind and the concluding verse, when said to oneself appropriately, contains a rich and yet simple, clear element. Like the storm is abating - which achieves what the poem is on about so very well. Believe me when I say that.
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End this dream, I can bear no more,
Set me free again, let my spirit soar!
Reverse what has come and return me to the start,
or let me sink deeper into your pale, melancholy heart."
*laughs* i remember what happened the last time he met me....
(where'd you pick this broad up from?...heh..)
I can see why it might not resonate with you - while i wrote it in one breathless sitting, it doesn't quite have the raw, spontaineous feel of some of my other stuff. There's less personal symbols, less ambiguity...
thanks for takin' the time to read it, though.
The sentences are too long for me. I can appreciate the writing, it just takes me a little to analyse and read and take in. Even my writings end up too long for me to ever read again to be honest...So yeah
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~Lupus "I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror"
I'm flattered that you found this piece inspirational.
I guess we all need a reminder sometimes, that every sea has shores and every storm an end...
thanks for your comment...
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~Lupus "I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror"
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