Poetic Tides Through Time

Thrice Alone

"The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson" , edited by Thomas H. Johnson

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                                                           Love reckons by itself - alone-
                                                           "As large as I"- relate the Sun
                                                           To One who never felt its blaze-
                                                           Itself is all the like it has -

Circa 1864, pg. 401

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/emily-dickinson

"Collected Poems" by W.H. Auden

Alone

                                                 Each lover has a theory of his own
                                                 About the difference between the ache
                                                 Of being with his love and being alone:

                                                 Why what, when dreaming, is dear flesh and bone
                                                 That really stirs the senses when awake,
                                                 Appears a simulacrum of his own.

                                                 Narcissus disbelieves in the unknown;
                                                 He cannot join his image in the lake
                                                 So long as he assumes he is alone

                                                 The child, the waterfall, the fire, the stone,
                                                 Are always up to mischief, though and take
                                                 The universe for granted as their own.

                                                 The elderly, like Proust, are always prone
                                                 To think of love as a subjective fake;
                                                 The more they love, the more they feel alone.

                                                 Whatever view we hold, it must be shown
                                                 Why every lover has a wish to make
                                                 Some other kind of otherness his own;
                                                 Perhaps in fact, we never are alone.

Circa 1941, pg.312

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/w-h-auden

         Two poets, one American and one English, have both chronicled the foibles of being alone. Emily literally breathes life into her short verse, radiating the Sun's warmth. Auden's viewpoint is more pragmatic and for me, he tries to cover too much ground, taking into account many viewpoints of aloneness in his poem, though at the same time, this is what drew me to his poem.

         One of the most provocative poems on this subject I've ever read was written by Rasputin and also is a published poem of his. A story from my youth called "By the Waters of Babylon" was a post-apocalyptic tale of the world. I'm not exactly sure why I remember that story anymore, just that it was so hard to imagine a world where no one would hear you or even recognize your existence. Joe's poem sums this up nicely.

         These three different perspectives on one word, "alone" are each different and yet each relevant today to our individual selves and the state of the world. It never ceases to amaze me how well-crafted words remain timeless !

"One Man Alone" 

  Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost