Ha! and man, will lovers never tire of talking about anything but themselves?? I mean, yes, yes, this poem by Sam C. could be about a nice spring day or even Valentine's. But, what I first thought of after reading it was that N is just tired/fed up with lovers' inane talk concerning themselves.
Maybe I'm just hoping for and feeling out a comic note in what would be an ordinary 19th century short poem on Nature. Who knows? I see that too, but I prefer thinking that Coleridge is putting a smack-down on the neighborhood lovebirds.
Favorite line: "But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,/And singing, and loving—all come back together."
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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