i read a poem last year in my english class and if i remember correctly, it was about two lovers separating; and in the poem, the author kind of told a story about love's death and how it will live again one day. i'm pretty sure it was written by a male poet, but i don't have the slightest clue about who. any help would be extremely appreciated!
Cmb, roughly how long was the poem? Was it rhyming or non-rhyming? Can you remember any phrases or unusual words in it?
A few clues of that kind might help a search.
14 lines maybe? it reminded me of a sonnet length. i think it rhymed but only in certain phrases. i can't really remember the phrases. maybe about "break our vows." it was a male speaking about losing his love and he personified love as though it were a dying person. mentions its final breath. last lines were about it having the ability to live again if ever he loved again. i know it's vague. i'm sorry. i wish i remembered more.
Perhaps this one:
Coventry Patmore (1823-1896)
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear.
It needs no art,
With faint, averted feet
And many a tear,
In our opposed paths to persevere.
Go thou to East, I West.
We will not say
There’s any hope, it is so far away.
But, O, my Best,
When the one darling of our widowhead,
The nursling Grief,
And no dews blur our eyes
To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,
Perchance we may,
Where now this night is day,
And even through faith of still averted feet,
Making full circle of our banishment,
The bitter journey of the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry.
Or was it this sonnet by Michael Drayton?
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies;
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes—
Now, if thou would’st, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou migh’st him yet recover!
that's it! thank you soooo much!