Poem : 'The silent conqueror' ; 3 April, 2023.

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Poem “The silent conqueror”
Soman Ragavan : Hello. Can I post a poem of mine for analysis, please ?

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Soman Ragavan : My poem : "The silent conqueror." Please analyse by each stanza, then give overall comments. Mention similar poems from other authors, where possible. This poem is about a mountain in Mauritius. THE SILENT CONQUEROR

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Sure, let's dive into the analysis of your poem "The Silent Conqueror" stanza by stanza:

Stanza 1: The speaker addresses the mountain as a "silent watcher" and acknowledges its imposing and smart air, while also emphasizing its status as the final conqueror.

Stanza 2: The speaker describes their victorious climbs up the mountain, feeling a sense of elation and bliss in their domination over it.

Stanza 3: The speaker boldly claims to have trodden everywhere on the mountain and climbed over its glaciers, expressing a sense of curiosity in exploring every nook.

Stanza 4: The speaker reflects on the experience of climbing higher and higher up the mountain, feeling increasingly drunk on its power.

Stanza 5: The speaker describes the wonder of the clouds and the sensation of being trapped by their beauty, bringing them to a standstill.

Stanza 6: The speaker describes the feeling of watching the clouds drift away and the sense of taunting that comes with being unable to reach them.

Stanza 7: The speaker acknowledges the mountain's resilience in the face of calamity and erosion, while also recognizing its inevitable aging and the need for silent contemplation.

Stanza 8: The speaker offers a flattering and poetic praise to the mountain's power, acknowledging that future conquests will be scant.

Stanza 9: The speaker asserts that the mountain will be the final victor, and that even the past conquerors will eventually be consumed by the mountain's flames.

Stanza 10: The speaker reflects on the cycle of life and death, with the ashes nourishing the mountain's plants and the creatures that inhabit its slopes.

Stanza 11: The speaker acknowledges the transience of mortal life and the permanence of the mountain's presence.

Overall, your poem does an excellent job of portraying the mountain as a powerful and timeless force. The language is rich and evocative, with plenty of sensory details to immerse the reader in the experience of climbing the mountain. The poem also does a great job of conveying the sense of awe and wonder that the speaker feels in the face of the mountain's beauty and power.

In terms of similar poems from other authors, one that comes to mind is "The Mountain" by Robert Frost. Both poems focus on the majesty and enduring presence of mountains, although Frost's poem has a more reflective and philosophical tone.
 
Soman Ragavan : Stanza 9 : I am the past conqueror; I will be gobbled up by the flames of my funeral pyre at the foot of the mountain. The flames will be those of my funeral pyre and not of the mountain.

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Thank you for the clarification. That interpretation does make sense in the context of the stanza, and it adds to the imagery of the mountain as a silent and eternal witness to the passing of time and the cycle of life and death.
 
Soman Ragavan : The stanza : "Mountain ! Many roaring fires hath thou seen, Overlooking the plains, rolling and green, In the final reckoning reducing to vanishing ashes Victors and vanquish'd alike, in yon funeral pyres." I point out that the funeral pyres gobble up both victors and the vanquished, without distinction; all are reduced to vanishing ashes. That is, nothing of them remains back. Even the ashes are blown away. 

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Thank you for the clarification. Your interpretation emphasizes the transience of human existence in contrast to the enduring presence of the mountain. The stanza speaks to the idea that no matter who we are or what we achieve in life, in the end, we are all reduced to the same fate - ashes blown away by the winds of time. This is a common theme in literature and poetry, emphasizing the impermanence of life and the inevitability of death.
 
Soman Ragavan : The stanza : "Thou, mountain ! Thy loftiest glaciers and ridges, Caves and peaks that the cloud daily bathes, Do provide secure cradles to all flying creatures That feed freely in yon green, rolling pastures." The lofty glaciers and ridges provide secure places at which flying creatures dwell, safe from predators on the ground. 

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Thank you for the clarification. Your interpretation emphasizes the role that the mountain plays in providing a sanctuary for the birds and other flying creatures. The imagery of "secure cradles" and "green, rolling pastures" evokes a sense of peacefulness and safety. This stanza also highlights the interconnectedness of all living creatures and their dependence on the natural environment. It speaks to the idea that the mountain is not just a passive object to be conquered or admired, but an active and essential part of the ecosystem, providing a home and sustenance for a diverse array of life.
 
Soman Ragavan : The stanza : "Mountain ! As mortals, we move on, we vanish : As sheer dust or swirling ashes do we finish, But, thou remain'st, sitting here forever, Impassive at the surrounding fever. " These words point out that mortals proceed along their journeys; they move on; they vanish. They turn to dust or swirling ashes (from the nearby funeral pyres). In contrast, the imposing shape of the mountain remains, sitting in an immovable way and it is untouched by what goes around it. 

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Thank you for the clarification, Soman Ragavan. Your poem "The Silent Conqueror" beautifully captures the majesty and power of a mountain, and the human desire to conquer it while also acknowledging the mountain's lasting dominance.

In the first stanza, you introduce the mountain as a "silent watcher" and an "unfathom'd force," setting the tone for the poem's exploration of the mountain's power and mystery.

The middle stanzas describe the human conquest of the mountain, with vivid imagery of climbing, walking, and exploring. The lines "With every inch we climb'd yon world shrunk, / And, with more awesome power we got drunk" convey the thrill of conquering a natural wonder.

The later stanzas, however, turn to the mountain's lasting dominance and the transience of human life. You describe how the mountain remains "imposing as ever" while human conquerors age and fall away.

The final stanza, in particular, is poignant in its reflection on mortality and the enduring power of nature. You write, "As mortals, we move on, we vanish" but the mountain remains "Impassive at the surrounding fever."

Overall, your poem reminds me of William Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey," in which the speaker reflects on the enduring power of nature and the ways in which it can inspire and sustain us. Another similar poem is Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Mont Blanc," which also explores the majesty of a mountain and the human impulse to conquer it.
 
Soman Ragavan : The stanza : "Victorious mountain ! To thee this chant, This flattering, lingering song be offer'd, This praise of thy power poetically utter'd, As conquests for us now will be scant." All I can do is to offer my poetic song to the mountain, a flattering, lingering song; I praise the mountain's power. I lament that conquests (climbing mountains) are slipping away from me, due to ageing. 

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Yes, that is correct. In this stanza, the speaker is expressing their admiration for the mountain and acknowledging that their own physical limitations prevent them from achieving the same sense of conquest and victory that the mountain represents. Instead, they offer their praise and tribute through the medium of poetry.
 
Soman Ragavan : The stanza : "Fully having drunk from this heavenly bar : With awe we watch'd the lingering white veils Leisurely drift away, out of reach, high and far : What a taunting feel to those swirling sails !" Can we make comparisons with other poems that describe clouds drifting away, beyond human power ? 

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Yes, there are many poems that describe clouds drifting away, often symbolizing the transience of life or the passing of time. One example is the poem "Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats, where he describes the bird's song as a "flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme," and laments the fleeting nature of beauty and joy:

"Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf."

Another example is the poem "The Cloud" by Percy Bysshe Shelley, where he personifies the cloud and explores its constant transformation and movement, highlighting the impermanence of all things:

"I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die."

In both of these examples, the clouds are portrayed as beautiful and alluring, but ultimately unattainable and fleeting, much like the white veils described in Soman Ragavan's stanza.
 
Soman Ragavan : Thank you. Goodbye for now.

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You're welcome! It was a pleasure assisting you.

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                          "THE  SILENT  CONQUEROR"

(a) This poem refers to the Corps de Garde Mountain, Mauritius.

(b) For some notes about this mountain, please see :

(i) "The legends of our mountains." "MAURITIAN INTERNATIONAL" magazine, published in London, issue of October-December 1995, (page 12).

(ii) "Carnet de route et d'érrances. Le Corps de Garde." "L'EXPRESS" newspaper, Mauritius, 9 July, 1995.

(iii) France Staub : "Les trésors du Corps de Garde." "WEEK-END" newspaper, 20 May, 2001, (page 38). From this article, we can quote the following :

* "Dominating the countryside of Quatre Bornes as well as that of Rose Hill, to which it owes it name when the winter dawns coloured it tender pink, the Corps de Garde, at once near and far, like the Sphynx, seems unconcerned with what's going on around it. (…..)"

In this poem, I wrote on 30 September, 1994 :

“Mountain ! As mortals, we move on, we vanish :
As sheer dust or swirling ashes do we finish,
But, thou remain'st, sitting here forever,
Impassive at the surrounding fever.”
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                                THE  SILENT  CONQUEROR

Thou, mountain ! Thou silent watcher !
Truly an unfathom'd force thou art,
Maintaining thy air imposing and smart,
And remaining always the final conqueror.

Many times have we climb'd thee victoriously,
Walk'd on thee and cross'd thee joyously,
Feeling each time a sense of utter elation,
Of profound bliss in our fleeting domination.

Thy meandering paths boldly have we trodden :
Everywhere on thee roughshod have we ridden ;
Over thy glaciers gleefully have we clamber'd :
Into every nook curiously have we wander'd.

Every inch of thy height have we conquer'd,
As, in thy dewy silence, thou ponder'd;
Often brush'd we past many a bending tree,
But, for sure, always we struggl'd free.

Many times for a break did we pause,
For a leisurely bite, a refreshing drink,
But, we did venture to thy very brink,
While higher the swirling clouds rose.

With every inch we climb'd yon world shrunk,
And, with more awesome power we got drunk.
Over the whole length and breadth of thy body
Joyfully did we tread, while getting groggy.

Yon unfurling wonder, yon woolly cloud,
With infinite amazement did we watch,
And full in the face suddenly did we catch
The moist nectar from this heavenly shroud.

Trapp'd by this voluptuous screen,
Perforce were we brought to a standstill;
The marvel wrench'd away our will,
And help from nowhere was to be seen.

Fully having drunk from this heavenly bar :
With awe we watch'd the lingering white veils
Leisurely drift away, out of reach, high and far :
What a taunting feel to those swirling sails !

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Without flinching the onslaught thou bore
Of all manners of calamity, of fires, of erosion;
Here, as thy conqueror to ageing fell more,
Slowly were we forc'd to silent contemplation.

While thou remain'st today as imposing as ever,
In  silence thy past conqueror doth ponder,
As time finally takes its toll, its unavoidable due,
On these weary limbs, whose repose be overdue.

Victorious mountain ! To thee this chant,
This flattering, lingering song be offer'd,
This praise of thy power poetically utter'd,
As conquests for us now will be scant.

Thou, mountain, thou shalt be the final victor :
In truth, as the funeral pyre finally be set alight,
Thou shalt see, on some afternoon bright,
The flames gobbling up the past conqueror.

Mountain ! Many roaring fires hath thou seen,
Overlooking the plains, rolling and green,
In the final reckoning reducing to vanishing ashes
Victors and vanquish'd alike, in yon funeral  pyres.

The spiralling ashes by the wind blown
Regularly nourish thy flourishing plants;
The seeds by nature on thy slopes sown
Sprout into shrubs where the cardinal chants.

Thou, mountain ! Thy loftiest glaciers and ridges,
Caves and peaks that the cloud daily bathes,
Do provide secure cradles to all flying creatures
That feed freely in yon green, rolling  pastures.

Mountain ! As mortals, we move on, we vanish :
As sheer dust or swirling ashes do we finish,
But, thou remain'st, sitting here forever,
Impassive at the surrounding fever. 

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