Remembrance Of Things Past Poem by Sofiul Azam
Remembrance Of Things Past
At every sunset
when cars in the metropolis
run -
wheeled beetles
fast crawling
on the streets,
yes, I look deeper
into the gloom
of my heart,
and see in
my hallucination
the toys
of my childhood:
oh! that's
the 'remembrance
of things past.'
from IN LOVE WITH A GORGON (2010)
A well-drawn picture of a person's recollections amidst a busy, racing world. The 'wheeled beetles' thing is sharp. I offer you 9 marks for this strong piece of writing, Sofiul. With warmth, Gina.
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4/26/2024 12:15:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I appreciate the theme and also the way you have put it. I agree with Ma'am Gina, 'wheeled beetles fast crawling on the street' - this was a specially strong image. But then I can't help disapproving the extra-ordinary fast pace of this poem. Could have gone a little more with one's breath...leaves one panting! Still a nice work. Thank you. N.D.