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Re: C C T

Thank you C C T. I am glad you liked it so.

posted by anib on May 11, 2017 at 9:16 PM | link to this | reply

Re: Anib

Thank you so very much GoldenMean. Well, that was high praise, especially coming from a stalwart like you. I just looked at your answer and I think we must share our views and thoughts, to work up to a healthy and meaningful discussion. I think I'll give some of my thoughts on Nishkama Karma. And for that I'll have to study a bit. You are right in so many ways but the only thing is justice is not dispensed with by a white-bearded old man sitting high up in the skies. One has also to be deserving of justice, and may have to wait for it to fructify ... even though he may outwardly appear to have been wronged, just as a mother will not feed her infant unless he/she were to cry out. And, i too, do respect your strong sense and the forceful way of delineating your convictions. Cheers

posted by anib on May 11, 2017 at 9:13 PM | link to this | reply

Very well put Sir, time changes all perception.

posted by C_C_T on May 11, 2017 at 12:13 PM | link to this | reply

Anib

We all have strong and passionate feelings of love and about love, but only a few notables can write about it with such intricate expression. John Dunne was one such, and you are another. By the way, I have answered your latest comment in my blog. Cheers

posted by GoldenMean on May 11, 2017 at 6:17 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Re: Re: Kabu

Yes, it is a boon to be living in the modern world of Internet, where all can come together as a family, and it is such an assuring feeling to know that there are so many to share , sympathze and provide cömfort whenever one may need.

posted by anib on May 9, 2017 at 9:06 PM | link to this | reply

Re: Re: Kabu

Thank you for saying nice things to me. All my friends here are a type of family and that is a blessing of living in this Internet age. One can admire and love people all over the World. yes of course Wiley is beloved and so supportive and somehow, suffering that comes to oneself is humbling and a lesson in being able to share empathy and love with others without judgments.

posted by Kabu on May 9, 2017 at 7:30 PM | link to this | reply

Re: Re: Aba Bhai - Forgot

It's still a beautiful poem, indeed.

posted by anib on May 9, 2017 at 6:01 AM | link to this | reply

Re: when it came to his poetry, he was without a peer of her s time.

posted by anib on May 9, 2017 at 6:00 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Annicita , many thanks ma'am.

posted by anib on May 9, 2017 at 5:59 AM | link to this | reply

Re: anibanerjee

You are most welcome, Sir.

posted by anib on May 9, 2017 at 5:59 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Kabu

It is sad that your youngest son turned diametrically opposite aganst his mom, and one, so kind and a fine lady as you. Reasons can hardly be traced. But you have Sir Wiley to take loving care of you. And a big thank you for so much liking my writings.

posted by anib on May 9, 2017 at 5:58 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Aba Bhai

Thank you dear Presta didi for your liking the post and your high praise. It's my hobby to go into a variety of details from different sources before I give a post, and try to keep the language to as near as to how the author wrote in the poem. It is true that Donne wrote it for his s wife just before leaving for France and Germany. It is a nine quatrain poem and the first two quatrains is a sort of summations n of the entire 36 line poem, or, rather its gist. Once again, my thanks . BTW! It. Rained here yesterday just as I wished.

posted by anib on May 9, 2017 at 5:46 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Aba Bhai - Forgot

It's still a beautiful poem.

posted by Sea_Gypsy on May 8, 2017 at 10:36 PM | link to this | reply

Aba Bhai

Well told, dear Aba bhai. You always elevate the poem or write to it's highest level. Somehow, with me, I got the feeling that Donne may have written this in a bit of a hurry; as when one packs to go on a trip and has so much to do, he dashed this off for his wife among his other tasks of preparation, knowing or hoping she'd understand... LOL. It's lovely, and I will read it (the poem) again, but my quick impression of it was as I said. My mood may change. I must remember, it was a different time and a different sphere of thought prevailed. Your explanation is stellar. He's saying, "Honey, I love you, regardless of where I am, so don't cry or loose it over my going; our souls are sacred and shall not be parted." Then he dresses it in beauty. I'll bet she was still not a happy camper. And I'll bet he did love her. I just wish he written the first line a bit more romantically, though...

posted by Sea_Gypsy on May 8, 2017 at 8:49 PM | link to this | reply

anibanerjee

Well witten

posted by WileyJohn on May 8, 2017 at 5:12 PM | link to this | reply

posted by Annicita on May 8, 2017 at 3:34 PM | link to this | reply

Another superb synopsis so that I can understand and actually enjoy this poem.Thank you.

It makes me think of something that happened to my youngest son. He isn't close to my family, never really was for some reason except that he loved me almost to worship...now naturally turned to hate.

Aftr my parents, his grandparents had both died they came to him. Theirs had been a great love always. He told me it wasn't a dream but a vision and he said that they were smiling, so happy , and joined at the hip. They left with a wave and very happy and he felt left behind, angry because they did not want to stay.