Oh, must we part,
As ships at sunset,
As the seeds of a
Daffodil, sailing
The wind, away,
Into the darkness.
The Sun shone
Once, upon us,
Upon our faces;
Do you remember,
Still, my smile?
I’ve forgotten yours.
And the scent
Of violets, and
The amber sky;
Oh, they were
Our witnesses,
Keepers of love.
Whereto, have they
Gone now, and where
The light of dawn,
And shade of earth?
Lonely, now, whispers
The cold winter wind.
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Joakim Bergen (
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My comments on the poem "Parting at sunset” by Franko
This poem reminds one of the two poems by Robert Browning (1812-1889) :
“Meeting at noon” and “Parting at morning.”
Franko’s poem makes the comparison with ships that leave the port at sunset, taking the sea possibly to far-off destinations, travelling across vast expanses of the sea. The ship cannot stay at one port; it has to go. The similarity is that humans, too, cannot stay long at one place. Thus, separations are to be expected. Another comparison is made with the seeds of the daffodil that are scattered by the winds. Note the words “Into the darkness.” The travels of the seeds and of the ship are never guaranteed.
The poem recalls the scenes of violets and the amber sky, conjuring up a romantic picture, and mentioning them as witnesses of the love. The flowers and the sky scenery have gone. The poet asks where the light of dawn is. Thus, some hopes are not being fulfilled.
Winter can be a season of suffering, loneliness and hardships. Compared with joyous memories of the past, winter now brings despondency and regrets.
“Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”
--H. W. Longfellow 1817-1882)
Soman Ragavan. 22 August, 2023. //
The visuals in this appear clearly in this readers mind as your imagery serves to not only display but tell the entire story. Wonderfully written
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