THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET

THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET : sonnet 16 deconstructed

The magic of poetry is it should open doors for others to ‘see’, the wonder of poetry is that once opened the reader may ‘see’ something different through those doors compared to that seen by the author. There can be no right or wrong interpretation, only whether you see or not.

 

 

Sonnet 16

That walk with you with hand clasped in hand,

when all within sight was tinged in pink

our shadows kissed on the yielding sand

and the sun bowed and blushed to think

himself unworthy upon you to gaze

so just above the water he edged

shielding our complete in warm twilight haze,

as on us to always shine he pledged.

And to each other love we did confide,

sea water grabs, claiming the moment’s mark,

with the ebb and flow of a jealous tide,

slipping away into the growing dark.

And we’d kissed goodbye on the yielding sand

my last walk with you, hand clasped in hand.

 

The poem is written from the perspective of a man recalling the final meeting with the one he loved, on a beach at sunset, when he finds out she doesn’t feel the same.

That walk with you with hand clasped in hand,

when all within sight was tinged in pink

The word ‘clasped’ could convey either intensity of feeling or insecurity ? The answer lies in the many layers of the next line. Pink is associated with a more nurturing, feminine love as opposed to red’s passionate valentine, pink is red + white, white being purity. So there is a love from her but not the kind he wants or feels, and even that only adds a tinge, it doesn’t blanket or colour.

our shadows kissed on the yielding sand

Their shadows are their past, when things were different, the very sand now sinks beneath their feet as does hope of love.

sun bowed and blushed to think

himself unworthy upon you to gaze

so just above the water he edged

shielding our complete in warm twilight haze,

as on us to always shine he pledged

Here, he hoped by telling her of his love under a dramatic sunset, she would admit her feelings and see it was fate. Of course it’s a setting sun !

And to each other love we did confide,

sea water grabs, claiming the moment’s mark,

with the ebb and flow of a jealous tide,

slipping away into the growing dark.

She finally tells him her love is of a different sort and walks away, their footprints, where this took place claimed by the sea, removed from sight. And in his crushed heart he’s briefly glad there’s no trace, and wonders if there’s someone else, hence the tide is jealous.

And we’d kissed goodbye on the yielding sand

my last walk with you, hand clasped in hand.

He remembers one final kiss.

11 thoughts on “THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET

  1. I like this Nigel. I have often thought the motivations and ideas behind the poet are as important as the poetry. Thank you for the insight as it shines a different perspective on the poem from when I first read it.

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    1. That you read something different pleases me greatly Davy as it’s sparked images and thought different to mine, I feel that adds to a piece and allows it to grow and give enjoyment to a wider circle of people, Thank you.

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      1. I think that is the joy of poetry Nigel, in that when we read a piece of poetry we add our own insights and experiences to try and make sense of it. That is why I think the comment sections are the best part of blogging. It is great to read about the different takes and effects a poem can have.

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      2. I agree entirely, there is much pleasure to be derived from diverse personalities that also share a common passion. It speaks volumes as to the nature of poets that everyone is so genuine and pleasant ! I’ve experience on many forums covering different interests and nothing compares to being part of a poetry circle.

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      3. Very good points Nigel. I also love how everyone has great passion and humility in what they write and the support they give each other. I have been in some poetic circles where people have been pilloried because a poem had one less or one more syllable than the form dictated.

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