Sometimes, when flicking through poetry books, we may come across a line or a couplet or a verse of a poem, that was written in one time but can be respectfully and thoughtfully applied to the events of another.
Here is an example for today…
The 4th August, 1914, marks the outbreak of World War One.
On the 4th August, 1792, Percy Bysshe Shelley was born.
Combine the lines of Shelley’s ‘Prometheus Unbound’ with the knowledge of WWI…
“To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or nights…”
From the horrors of WWI emerged a large group of War poets whose first hand accounts were vividly captured by their head and hearts and scribbled into descriptive, explosive poems.
Isaac Rosenberg was one such determined soldier who said, “this war, with all its powers for devastation, shall not master my poeting…I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new condition of this life, and it will refine itself into poetry later on.”
From Returning We Hear The Larks by Issac Rosenberg
“Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lurks there.”
Conclusion… The 4th August 2015, you have Life, you have Hope and you are Free. Find the poetry in your life.