Utopian Turtletop. Monsieur Croche's Bête Noire. Contact: turtletop [at] hotmail [dot] com

Monday, February 28, 2005


Unlikely allies, and yet, there it is, this beautiful love poem addressed by Coleridge to his friend Charles Lamb, who was then visiting Coleridge in the country. Lamb and the others were on a walk, which an injury prevented Coleridge from partaking in, and so Coleridge imagined the walk he so wanted to be taking, all throughout so pleased that gentle-hearted Charles was able to be there, in Nature, after having “pined / And hunger’d after Nature, many a year, / In the great City pent.” The poem closes with the gorgeous line, still addressed to Charles, to whom:

“No sound is dissonant which tells of Life.”
Comments: Post a Comment

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?