So today I'll be starting to express my thoughts on some favorite poems of mine and i'll also include some of the poetry i made and the story behind those poems. feel free to express your thoughts or interpretations of the poems I will be posting on my blog.
Fist poem I will be discussing is my all time favorite poem, I call this "Nether Cup" though i don't really know the title of this poem. I just saw this in Taylor Caldwell book The Earth is the Lord's. I don't know if it's Taylor's original poem or she just quote it from some Persian poet.
NETHER CUP
Taylor Caldwell
“And unto me a radiant angel came,
With wings of light within a silver rain;
And in his hands as shining as the moon,
He held the brimming wine of goblets twain.
In tones like sweetest flute he gently spake:
‘Of these two goblets thou a choice must make;
And never more, though endless suns will roll,
Canst thou recant, and of it’s mate partake.
In this bright cup, I hold within this hand,
Is joy eternal, in a crystal land;
where love and life, like two immortal flames,
Burn high together in a single brand.
Thyself shalt live, where mirth alone abides,
Untouched, unchanged, while all the tides
of change and ruin and death turn earth to dust,
And lonely in the heavens the dark sun rides.
But in this nether cup is only peace,
And only darkness and the pale release
that follows on the grave. Here is no pain,
But endless silence when thy heart doth cease.
No joy is here, no ecstasy sublime,
No sweet awareness of a scented clime.
No love, no laughter, only marble eyes
And marble lips forever mute in time.’
And troubled did I raise my glances up,
And said unto the angel ‘I shall sup
Without regret, but with a weary sigh,
Of that pale wine within the nether cup.’”
I really love how the poem just seem to flows beautifully. Every line, every word fits perfectly. It's my dream to be able to compose a poem like this. And I love how the poet beautifully describe the world you will get when you choose the bright cup. It's everything one wants and yet the nether cup sounds more appealing when the poet describes what's in it. I haven't experienced lots of painful experiences but strangely I can relate to the feelings of that person who choose the nether cup. To those who feels intensely, even happiness is tiresome and you just want peace. I'm a happy person, humorous and no big problems in life yet I can feel what that person's feeling in choosing the nether cup. I wonder what are the experiences of people who feels like this? What drives them to keep on living? Lots of people just easily commit suicide nowadays whenever they don't like where their lives are heading to but some just carry on and make a beautiful poetry, songs or any other art. Kudos to those people,, your work are my solace and retreat from this ugly world.
