Many thanks for all the comments on this poem. That's the wonderful thing
about a list like this,- the immediate and illuminating feedback.
This is one of those poems that just wrote itself,-it's about the first
great grief we suffer that shakes our former security.
Yes, one stanza is shorter, Bob, but I'm going to leave it a while, as it
seemed finished-I don't want to fill in for the sake of it.
Thanks for pointing out the typo, David, - so easily overlooked, but
glaring, once it's been pointed out.
Re the 'I think' in the first 3 stanzas, I wanted to imply in some way that
we only think (hope, kid ourselves) that the external world reacts in some
way to our personal grief - a sort of poetical fallacy, but when it comes to
the internal world, we know something has changed. I'm not sure how to make
that distinction clearer.
I realised that 'great' heart is a bit of a risk, but I don't know any
other adjective that carries the same weight--any suggestions?
Yes, I will change the title. It's Rubbish.Thinking cap on.
By the way, I'm not sure why you took the title so personally, Arthur, as
it wasn't about Greatheart, just about one great heart. (By the way, was
Greatheart a character in Pilgrim's Progress?). I shall have to be careful
if I post any poems about Camelot....
Many thanks
grasshopper
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