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we still remember
We still remember
We who live beneath the bows
The moonlight on the eastern seas
It grew around us
In our work and in our hearts
Then it was gone.
We still remember
We who live beneath the bows
The moonlight on the eastern seas
It grew around us
In our work and in our hearts
Then it was gone.
I'm no expert on poetry, but what I do remember from English lessons (most spent drawing, rather than thinking about Christina Rossetti's offerings) is that it should evoke some emotion...
And boy, does this evoke emotion.
I love the imagery of the bows -- I picture ship's bows; whether that was intentional or not I don't know, but it sure as hecky works well -- and the moonlight on the water. It gives a wonderful melancholic feel; having had a minor nervous breakdown myself, and being pretty low a lot of the time, I think I can partly understand some of what you were (are?) going through. The last line is singularly effective -- a pointed but somehow also soft ending that drives home the idea of something being 'gone'. Is the moonlight a symbol of sadness or simply a thing of beauty? Or both? Or am I simply reading too much into this... apparently something from those Rossetti lessons did sink in...
In short, I think this is a wonderful, evocative poem, one I can see as both emotional and inspirational. In three little words: I love it.