As i walked out one evening
Its only proper that i begin the blog by thanking A.k . ( for the uninitiated , when ppl in this hallowed institute are baffled about anything they either google it or ask A.K , infact i think if he could somehow make himself write down all his wisdom into a book , it ll be a bestseller and before this blog turns into an A.K fan mail let me get back to the topic) who introduced me to this brilliant poem written by W.H.Auden called "As i walked out one evening" , following are some unworthy thoughts of mine ....
( you can read the entire poem through second link given on the right column of the blog )
first of all the title ... " As i walked out one evening " . Eversince i was a child i had this typecast notion of a heading . " A heading should give an insight into what follows it " . Here , although the poet does not care , i mean what if i m browsing through a list of poems , i would probably ignore it and settle for "the recluse ". Who anyways wants to read about what happened to a silly poet ??
In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
i have not seen a more simple and clear message in my life . The first two lines establish the point that at times when u are immersed in a pointless dilemma of urs , life leakes away . It is indeed very important to act in a manner your heart prescribes. What is notable here is that poet did not resort to the use of can , could , may , might etc ( the weaker words ) , instead he states it as a matter of fact. Another important msg is in the last line ... even "the almighty time" does not have a control on yesterday so how could u??
" O plunge your hands in water
Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed."
The best thing about the aforesaid lines is the picture it paints , a clear vivid picture of helplessness . Think what if u dint have your hands , u cant do anything about anything .
i only wish one of my poems could have this clarity of thought and expression .
It was late, late in the evening
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
As if the poet suddenly woke up from his dream . He describes what he sees around him and the poem ends . A rather beautiful way of ending a poem .
( you can read the entire poem through second link given on the right column of the blog )
first of all the title ... " As i walked out one evening " . Eversince i was a child i had this typecast notion of a heading . " A heading should give an insight into what follows it " . Here , although the poet does not care , i mean what if i m browsing through a list of poems , i would probably ignore it and settle for "the recluse ". Who anyways wants to read about what happened to a silly poet ??
In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
i have not seen a more simple and clear message in my life . The first two lines establish the point that at times when u are immersed in a pointless dilemma of urs , life leakes away . It is indeed very important to act in a manner your heart prescribes. What is notable here is that poet did not resort to the use of can , could , may , might etc ( the weaker words ) , instead he states it as a matter of fact. Another important msg is in the last line ... even "the almighty time" does not have a control on yesterday so how could u??
" O plunge your hands in water
Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed."
The best thing about the aforesaid lines is the picture it paints , a clear vivid picture of helplessness . Think what if u dint have your hands , u cant do anything about anything .
i only wish one of my poems could have this clarity of thought and expression .
It was late, late in the evening
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
As if the poet suddenly woke up from his dream . He describes what he sees around him and the poem ends . A rather beautiful way of ending a poem .