Poem : My Not So Irish Girl
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And you just sit,
silent like a roosting jayhawk,
crying inside for something
which no mortal eye can accord
the flimsiest of respect.
Brown , luxuriant flowing locks,
awash with the scent of one
valued like the lights of heaven's
firmament;
rescue my wandering eye,
and bring me back
as the boy I once was,
now a grown man who lives
and breaths.
One samudra to your kindred spirit
and a ronin to your darkness.
Fain you might not be from
Tipperary
nor
Dublin,
but your reseilence lives on,
and your bonny heart
is a beacon in my storm,
guiding me home and back
again.
You are like the moss,
for I am the stone
that gives you strength,
though you may
never
know.. -
Originally posted by LazerLordz:
And you just sit,
silent like a roosting jayhawk,
crying inside for something
which no mortal eye can accord
the flimsiest of respect.
I am not too sure what this poem is about. Why is the title 'My Not So Irish Girl'? Is she the author's girlfriend? But why then did the author describes her as 'And you just sit, silent like a roosting jayhawk'?
That's quite a strange way to describe your loved one right?
Brown , luxuriant flowing locks,
awash with the scent of one
valued like the lights of heaven's
firmament;
rescue my wandering eye,
and bring me back
as the boy I once was,
now a grown man who lives
and breaths.
One samudra to your kindred spirit
and a ronin to your darkness.
It seems that the author had known her since childhood and she plays a very important role in his life.
Fain you might not be from
Tipperary
nor
Dublin,
but your reseilence lives on,
and your bonny heart
is a beacon in my storm,
guiding me home and back
again.
The author used words like 'beacon' and 'guiding' here. Seems to me this girl is also an inspiration to him.
You are like the moss,
for I am the stone
that gives you strength,
though you may
never
know..
Why she may never knows? Hmm... that's strange.
Conclusion:
My guess is that this poem is about his admiration of a heroine who had died. All these thoughts came into him while looking at her statue.
Just my two cents. -
Heh.I'm a very close friend of the subject of this poem.We're mutual best friends and I fell in love with her a few yrs back.She left me last October and till today I still love after her.Guess that's the danger of falling in love with your best pal.She confides in me and stuff like that still..and it hurts me quite bad to know I can be the one for her and yet the words she hears are not mine.Ever since I got to know her , we've had this feeling like we've known each other for a long time..Sad huh.I love her still.
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Hahaha so paiseh. I am totally out of point here.Originally posted by LazerLordz:Heh.I'm a very close friend of the subject of this poem.We're mutual best friends and I fell in love with her a few yrs back.She left me last October and till today I still love after her.Guess that's the danger of falling in love with your best pal.She confides in me and stuff like that still..and it hurts me quite bad to know I can be the one for her and yet the words she hears are not mine.Ever since I got to know her , we've had this feeling like we've known each other for a long time..Sad huh.I love her still.
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No need man..we all have our own interpretations.That's what makes poetry such a nice hobby.
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That's true. For example William Blake's 'The Sick Rose'. There are also many interpretations of that poem.Originally posted by LazerLordz:No need man..we all have our own interpretations.That's what makes poetry such a nice hobby.