"When I am grown up,
I shall climb the mountain."
He said, pointing a small hand.
Who am I to tell,
the mountain can not be climbed,
except in the dreams of boys?
Andrew Hide
19~01~2004
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Written January 19th, 2004
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A classical elegance, juxtaposing naturalism and philosophy. Lovely pictorials also; reflection in water matching the bipartite poem.
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What a deep poem considering it is so short, and who are we to say to a child what can and can't be done and that dreams are just dreams. I don't know where I'd be without mine! I'm going to bookmark this one.
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is anything ever as pure and beautiful as the hopes and dreams of the innocent that have been untouched by disappointment or cynicism. I read this poem on many levels. One is the topmost level just what the words say but it is a layered poem and most readers will find their own meanings in it.
There is a pessimistic note in it though one I do not agree with because perhaps some of that idealistic dreamer still exists in me the one that believes every mountain can be climbed, in reality not just in the dreams of little boys; one just need to find the path. But a good poem short and deep.
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So often the dreams of the young are crushed by the narrow reality of the world. Maybe more mountains would be summited if the world quit telling us all that they are unattainable. I like this, I am not being contrary just looking at the what ifs of this world. Susan
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EXCELLENT
My dearest Andrew
Thank you for the most wonderful poem of this day ... It brought tears to my eyes ... It is perfect in its simplicity, its purity and its truth. I applaud a great poet and a philosopher ...
It made me think of the Final Mountain waiting to be conquered ...
Hugs.
Myra
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Although I am in my golden years i still dream of mountains to be climbed.Maybe someday I will reach the top.Second childhood perhaps but likng the climb.Enjoyed your well written Sedoka.Bill
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Very good as always Mr Hide...who are we indeed to tell if a dream cannot be conquered. Lovely write
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Provacative, bittersweet
It's that glimmer of hope in most of us, that the man shall succeed as the boy has dreamed. More power to the boy! Silent the sorrow that he shall probably not. -
Very poignant. The aspirations of the young and the innocent being protected for a little longer by the experienced and world-weary. I liked the brevity of this, allowing the reader to ponder their own mountains not climbed, or not even attempted. Tugs at you, this one does, kudos!
Sheona
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Wow........
Wow, with this background. It's like when I was learning English by listning to BBC schoolradio. I had that imagenary vieuw from Snowy Mountains, I believe it is at yours around the corner. I am still willing to climb them. Sometimes it is in the lucky hand of the writer to take you there where dreams and reality become the same. You did it. -
Interesting. Alot of meaning within simple boundries.
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O, this is sad...reminds me of the poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay which bemoans the fact that after years of screaming and "kicking the stairs," she retires to bed at 8 o' clock. The voice is almost wistful..."Who am I to tell..." A great subject for a poem, and very well done. Simple, yet deep.
Edited on Jan 19, 11:05 because 'badly spelled'.
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