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This is rubbish.
It`s poorly conceived and ridden
with cliches and metaphysical
affirmations which mean nothing.

`when I was lonely I thought
of death'

As a first line wins a prize for lameness.

DC

david , if you are looking for lamenes you can either read your comment or look in the mirror. i think the poem describes something beautiful that beautiful people feel that i previosly thought was indescribable. you cant appreciate it becuase you have never felt it

you all need to steer clear of such definitive statements, like "this is rubbish." even if you don't likt it, or even if you do, you have to realize that not everyone shares your opinion. show a little grace. everyone likes different things. poetry is not math. it would not be at all the same if it were so black & white.

i think the poem's reasoning is something like this: everything is circular; the impossible question of when end becomes beginning-- that question and its secret answer-- is both satisfying and cruel.

it is important to remember that every poem unfolds differently within the mind of each reader.

The poem ain't all that bad really. It just hasn't got any moxie. I thinks its a moral imperative for poets to be tough. Tough enough to write a poem, not just some lines about death or loneliness.

The more bludgient of these remarks seem to believe about art that it is a contest with few winners, and that all non-champions should be denigrated; I don't think such a reduction of art is healthy. Regarding this particular poem by Jon Anderson, I appreciate its concise, accurate expression, and the tension of understanding for me comes in discerning the nature and woe-level of the final statement: in part, it asks us to imagine what losses we could call cruel, and then to consider that splendid question about how much beauty and joy are interrelated with 'negative' experiences.

Easy on the superlative pronouncements, everyone!