Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Carpe diem

By Mory Keita

When ye shall grow old from old ages,
In thirty falling seasons of leafy days,
Ye shall not be yerself as ye desire,
Under leaves yer soul shall grow old too:
In summer ye shall walk under falling leaves,
Seeking yer old self under breezy winds,
But ye shall not find muse in its beauty,
For yer summer days shall grow old too.
In winter ye shall walk under falling snow,
Ye shall be alone in cold days in a coat,
Alas! cold shall  whelm yer endurance,
For yer bones shall grow old of old days.
Beware of old ages, live yer youth in warmth,
For ye shall never live these days once more.

Modern Version  ( i have been told that i am too much old-fashioned.)

When you will grow old from old ages,
In thirty falling seasons of leafy days,
You will not be yourself as you desire,
Under leaves your soul will grow old too:
In summer you will walk under falling leaves,
Seeking your old self under breezy winds,
But you will not find muse in its beauty,
For your summers days will grow old too.
In winter you will walk under falling snow,
You shall be alone in cold days with a coat,
Alas! Cold shall over power your endurance,
For your bones will grow old of old days.
Beware of old ages, live your youth under sun,
You will never live these seasons once more.



Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

what a realistic walk through life. The message I take away, is to make the most of every day. We only live once!
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Djene said...

all the lines of this poem are so true. I really like it
Thanks for sharing

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Sam Liu said...

I love this, Mory, beautifully written - being a classicist myself, I especially like the first version :)

Jhpoetry said...

I love the way the first one was written, in classic, elegance.... A thought provoking piece. Lovely

Sharp Noir said...

'Ye' and 'Yer' could also house a little Blues phonetic - some timeless slur perhaps. I always enjoy when writers make the weather relevant.

Gwendaline, in 'The importance of being Earnest': "I am always weary when people talk about the weather - that makes me think they mean something else entirely."

Speak Easy.

Anonymous said...

Oh yes, Mory!! Live the now, for the tomorrow never guarantee a thing!
You have conveyed a beautiful (and very important) message in this poem... irrespective of the version :)
Once old, everything seems old... but when young, everything seems young... so keep the heart young, the dreams young, and the body will young too...
Loved reading this poem!

Linda Bob Grifins Brin Korbetis said...

your words are full of wisdom.
cool poem!

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Sherry Blue Sky said...

I really like this one, Mory. I love especially "your soul will grow old too". (Actually that's a good thing, we grow wiser with each decade:)) Good poem. Reading your profile, it sounds like you are attending a really fantastic school. Enjoy every minute! Thanks for visiting my said you are from Africa - I have loved Africa all my life. Keep writing!

Paul Oakley said...

Wonderful take on a theme traditional as all get out. From Ecclesiastes to Villon to Seals and Crofts, the ideas are classic. They fit nicely with the archaic form you have chosen. Nicely done!

Mory said...

Thank you Everyone for these gracious comments.

Sam,you poetry is purely classic. i really like your works. thank you Paul.

Tumblewords: said...

I like both versions but would tend to prefer the second - the freedom of the words to flow and mark the space. 'Too much old-fashioned' would be a compliment, I think!

Anonymous said...

In this particular piece, I like the classic language as this poem sounds like the advice of an old soul speaking to a much younger version of itself. And it is good advice. If you learn now to live each day to the fullest, you will not so much notice or mourn in those old ages.


Wayne Pitchko said...

wow...nicely done Mory....I think this is first time I have read your poems....keep writing..sooooooooooo good for the soul....and thanks for reading my poem....happy trails

Weasel said...

A wonderful poem packing a great message! Very elegant! I like both pieces, but I think the older version speaks louder. Great post, Mory!


Mary said...

Summer and winter days will both grow old. ... as will everyone, like it or not. I enjoyed your poem, Mory.

Diane T said...

Such wisdom, Mory! Well written in both forms.

gautami tripathy said...

A very enjoyable read in both forms!

now it is there, now it isn't

Mory said...

Tumbleword, well i guess being old-fashioned is a compliment but sometimes it is just kind of strange. thanks everyone.

Deb said...

For this poem I like the first version best, too. The cadence fits the theme, I think.

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