The Moor Poem by Ralph Hodgson
The Moor
The world's gone forward to its latest fair
And dropt an old man done with by the way,
To sit alone among the bats and stare
At miles and miles and miles of moorland bare
Lit only with last shreds of dying day.
Not all the world, not all the world's gone by:
Old man, you're like to meet one traveller still,
A journeyman well kenned for courtesy
To all that walk at odds with life and limb;
If this be he now riding up the hill
Maybe he'll stop and take you up with him . . .
'But thou art Death?' 'Of Heavenly Seraphim
None else to seek thee out and bid thee come.'
'I only care that thou art come from Him,
Unbody me - I'm tired - and get me home.'
Finally I wish to say, A Sonnet of 15 lines, I should say: Ralph Hogdson's own Sonnet, beautifully created.
FOUR: It also highlights the beauty of nature and the importance of finding solace in it during difficult times
THREE: The poem suggests that death is an inevitable part of life and that we should accept it rather than resist it.
TWO: The man is resigned to his fate and is waiting for death to come and take him away.
I will highlight this poem The Moor" by Ralph Hodgson ONE: It is about the inevitability of death and the futility of resisting it. The poem describes an old man who has been left behind by the world, sitting alone on a moorland and staring at the vast expanse of land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:00:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem, I am mesmerised, such a beauty in melancholy. TOP Marks and to my Favourites.