My thanks to dear John Flanagan for this wonderful suggestion: 10 Famous First Lines... It is, perhaps, interesting to note that I have only placed two of the lines in the same place as the original, yet perhaps they are the key lines in both enjambements and the sense and meaning of both stanzas hangs from them? See what you think...
Thanks for sticking with all these NaPoWriMos all month, People. I'm grateful. I'm off up to London and thence to Spain for over a week, so I'll look forward to catching up with you when I am NaPoWriMo-free and able to concentrate more on reviewing! :)) xx
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed
I met a traveler from an antique land
An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king
I felt a Funeral in my Brain
Had we but world enough and time
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Call the roller of big cigars
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
If the red slayer thinks he slays
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
... and this is the version that John gave me to re-order:
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
When I have fears that I may cease to be
An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king
I felt a Funeral in my Brain
If the red slayer thinks he slays
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed
I met a traveler from an antique land
Had we but world enough and time
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
Call the roller of big cigars
As always you never cease to amaze me..I wish you well on your wonderful holiday...Spain I am jealous...
Bring me back a hot Spaniard will you, I need some inspiration.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" (Ciao bella)
Good on ya, Kate! It's been a great creative month and you've more than earned your break. Say hola to my old stomping ground for me...buen viaje, guapa!
And when it tolls it tolls for me and if I had but world and time but nay the curfew tolls the knell of parting day and I must call the roller of big cigars when I have fears that may cease to be and enjoy my smoke before I met a traveler from an antique land and I felt a funeral in my brain but hope when lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed I'll smell their scent before I'm doomed by an old, mad, blind, despised and dying king or if the red slayer thinks he slays,
it's then I'll see the world in a grain of sand. Enjoy Kate
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Carole~
Love
Christine
Wishing you a sunny journey!
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Safe travels to you, m'dear!
Bring me back a hot Spaniard will you, I need some inspiration.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" (Ciao bella)
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
Juanuco
it's then I'll see the world in a grain of sand. Enjoy Kate
Hugs,
Georgexx
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