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Middle English, poem of lament, Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke, sagas, Tolkein, ubi sunt, where are they
“Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming, For who knows, where the time goes?” Sandy Denny
“They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for awhile, then closes Within a dream.” Ernest Dowson
Soon those of us in the Northern Hemisphere will be saying farewell to the summer and personally it’s a time when I become more retrospective than ever. “Where did they go?”, we often say of our youth, our good times etc with veiled reference to loss and the speed of the passage of time.
Rilke in these extracts from his The Duino Elegies summons the past with a heartfelt cry:
“Where are the days of Tobias,
when one of you, veiling his radiance, stood at the front door,
slightly disguised for the journey, no longer appalling;...
Oh where are the years when you simply repelled
the surging void for him, with your slight form?
You hid so much from him then: you made the suspect room
harmless at night, from your heart filled with refuge….
Where, oh where is the place – I carry it in my heart –
where they were still far from capable, still fell away
from each other, like coupling animals, not yet
ready for pairing….”
And Tolkein evoked this Middle English motif of a lament in “The Two Towers”:
“Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”
Norse sagas, Latin and Medieval poetry, love songs emote such questioning which has a name: ubi sunt (where are they) a term taken from the longer Latin phrase, Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt (where are those who were before us)?
And our MTB prompt today is simply to use this Ubi Sunt motif in your poetry as such:
- title your poem with the question – where are the/they…
- use the questioning within your poem, even with repetition
- DO NOT ANSWER it though – the questioning is rhetorical
- employ concepts of mortality, the transience of life, a sense of nostalgia
- suggested themes: Childhood; Youth; Lost Generation; Days of Yore;
- employ whatever poetry style of your choosing from free verse to sonnet
Helpful Ubi Sunt poetry Links:
Explore the Ubi Sunt Anglo Saxon Motif
Where is the horse and rider?
Harvard Review: Ubi Sunt
Mark Strand: Where are the Waters of Childhood
Once you have immersed yourself in the feeling of Ubi Sunt, have written and posted your poem, according to the guidelines above, do add it to Mr Linky below then go visiting and reading other contributors as that is half the fun of our dVerse gatherings.
Please also TAG dVerse in your post, or include a link at the end of your poem that leads readers back to this dVerse prompt
[N.B. Mr Linky closes Saturday 3 p.m. EST]
Good evening from the UK fellow poets – at the bar its cocktail hour as to match our prompt I’ve discovered at least 6 that fit the bill – pick any one blind or check it out yourself but here they are:
Euphoric lament; Nightingale’s Lament; Dracula’s Lament; Piglet’s Lament and there are still more. Any one should get you in the mood to revisit this classic motif of poetry
It was an interesting concept, and I really like questions more than answers…. Piglet’s Lament sound interesting….
yes I felt this follows nicely on from your own questioning prompt –
Piglet is here
Hello Laura and All. Such a good prompt, Laura. It took me to a pleasant place.
heavenly!
❤
Good evening, poets! Thanks for this compelling prompt, Laura! It really hit home!
So how about a bottle of Portuguese red blend? 😉
gee Laura. Rilke, Tolkien, sandy Denny, Norse and medieval, how can I not reply?
thanks for getting me out of my rut
the more I read the more I like this prompt. Thank you Laura. Exemplary!
it was so good to read your poem and see how the Muse came to visit – thank you for being so inspired and inspiring
I had to think about this one Laura (as is usually the case with your prompts) so it is Friday morning now so too early for cocktails but a cup of coffee would be most welcome thanks…
ah Andrew your coffee’s ordered and your poem so far from just thought – the rhymes alone were impressive in the mix of sunbeams and strife
I so enjoyed the resource – thank you Laura, and this was such an enticing prompt. ❤️
I can tell you were enticed Paul from the title onwards
Thank you, Laura, for your wonderful prompt.🙏💗 Please may I have a ginger shot from the bar?
a ginger shot for you and bravo for all the nostalgia you summoned in words and picture
Thank you so much for everything! And thank you for the shot. Cheers! To your health, Laura! 🥂
Thanks for hosting, Laura! I very much liked what this prompt evoked.
Where did the Cousins Go
The pastures are a memory
as are meadows and streams
and late summer’s sun
streams into my loft
Where did they go, I ask
as if I closed my eyes
and they were gone
I can tell stories about them
and they’ll be by my side
but it’s not the same
They’re off somewhere
Five-hundred miles away
They stayed
My parents and I moved
a transgression I hope
is forgiven
I wonder who keeps the farms
and ask myself if we
even speak the same language
If I saw them again
could I find the words
to make up
for lost time