Scheherazade Poem by Daniel Brick

The scherezade's legend interested me since teenage and you did an awesome job retelling it in this fabulous poem itch some twists. Kudos.

I envy this Scheherazade. It's a beautiful portrayal of a princess who deserves to be called a princess not because she was born in a royal family but because of her invincible spirit. I really loved reading this fable.

I do insist, there is not any need or obvious purpose to cut the verse without having a full meaning in itself.//flowers/of feelings, //breathings/ of soul, polished/beacon, most/in need, .....In greek epics or lyric poetry ther is very seldom such a cut and mostly just to show that somethinf is really cut...

I don't really bother over rhyme and metre when the subject matter asks for none.. This should not have been a rhymed poem because the life talked about is the one of a human being who had to deal with in 'fragmentations' - if I say so.. Neither a princess or just a normal lass nor a queen or mere storyteller. She is someone (maybe even SOMETHING) of greater virtue. I really loved the poem Daniel.. This one and the one on the sultan shows us something very important, in what Eliot would have called, IN A HANDFUL OF DUST.. We often wonder what about the life of the sultan, who is cruel and bloodthirsty, but lo! He is a human being living under a looming shadow of meaninglessness.. What about Scheherazade ? ? She is hopeless and in peril... But maybe not.. Maybe her fear lived for only a few of the thousands and one nights... Telling a story to keep herself alive.. For how long will it keep her 'will to live' alive? ? Would there be no time when she will feel like Sissiphus? ? Maybe she would.. Maybe her stories too will stop to make sense to her... After all, as said by Beckett in WAITING FOR GODOT - EVERYONE SUBSIDES... The acts that begin with zeal lasts not forever! ! Thank you Daniel.. Maybe a few years from now, I will read these two poems again, and will understand something more - THEY WILL SHOW ME MORE THAN MY SHADOW IN THE MORNING OR AT NOON - THEY WILL SHOW ME LIFE IN A HANDFUL OF DUST - FULL OF SOUND AND FURY AND YET SIGNIFYING NOTHING...