the falt’ring sun, wit’s praiseless hymn
doth tremble ‘midst the city spent,
and wonder wherefore honour went.
Author notes
her face was like a faltering sun, at least to me, among the ruins. interpret as you will.
seventeen words. and yes, i've been reading too much sidney. it probably shows.
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oooooooh!
pretty! who/what is sidney? where did the inspiration come from?
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Sidney = Sir Philip Sidney, English Renaissance [or "early modern," if you prefer] writer. I wrote this for a contest the week I had to obsessively analyse Sidney's "Astrophil and Stella," so it was partially inspired by that, too, or at least the diction was.
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mhm, I'm not usually a huge fan of the shorter poems but this little bit of heaven is amazing. I was at first a bit confused, but then I slowly re-read it and really began to appreciate the simple flow of it. I love the last line the best...I wonder where honor has gone. Anyway, excellent poem! Peace n' love, JT
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nice interpretation for the prompt . . thoughtful write
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