Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track.
Beautiful......Her preference of winter images her loneliness and fear of dying alone. Both are cold and miserable. 'I am no summer friend, but wintry cold........I live alone, I look to die alone' 10 out of 10 R.I.P Christina Respectfully Nicola x x
A fine poem with a well developed theme.Beutifully structured.10.
What a grief stricken heart sighing for summer wind to fly as swallow! Though cold as winter outside yet warm as summer inside! Nice sonnet to read!
i like the high of the low, but. how long do i whant to stay? how long do you? blind bats flying with friends.
The poem that speaks to me more than any other... 'A silly sheep benighted from the fold' - Perfect.
Born- lots of people to smiling welcome us Death - lots to cry and say farewell by our bed This merry go round called life and death Will always be an enigma at its best......... I welcome all ye poets reading this to my page too.....
Its very Deep and thought provoking. Finished with aplomb as my heart sighs after swallows flown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems to me that the most haunting poetry is written when one is feeling completely alone and lonely.