Parallel Outlet: 7


“The low divides we dare not cross,

all that we’ve loved, all that we’ve lost…”

So begins the poem Divides by Eric M. Vogt, a piece that I return to read now and then. In short and seamless lines any manner of things loved and lost are conjured up for the reader, and although it is Valentine’s Day, loss has long been a poetic side to love.

There are surely as many beautiful poems of loss as there are of love, and the stories that compel us almost never contain love alone. Those stories contain uncertainty, regret, transience, and the irrevocable loss itself, where sadness serves as a tribute and brings us to question endings.

What is an ending? Fatigue, alienation, death?

“Love is a many splendoured thing”, and the ending of loves throughout history has been a great mover of men, cities, and countries. Divides brought all this and more to mind. And it ends with a tantalizing reference to memory, the only place where things that have ended may survive.

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23 comments

  1. Read “Divides” and it’s a wonderful piece, Lily. I agree with your thoughts regarding loss and love. I believe that where you have love, there will always be eventual accompanying loss. Memories are the continuance of that love lost. Good night, darlin’ girl.
    Paul

  2. Thoughtful words from one so young. If indeed you were not born 1205. If you were, I hope it was not in Adrianople. I normally rely on my grey matter when I make such comments; but I did “google this with bing,” as it were. For some reason, I found I could not resist.

    1. I was not born then, though you are close in your reasoning! Those are but the day and month, and not the year. Thankfully it was also not in Adrianople πŸ™‚

      Lily

    1. I think the poem could mean many things, and this is just what I got out of it, when I was thinking on it and Valentine’s Day πŸ™‚

      Thank you for visiting, and commenting!

      Lily

  3. Of course possibly the most famous ‘beautiful poem of loss’ is Tennyson’s In Memoriam, a 20 year long elegy to his friend, Arthur Henry Hallam. It’s a sweeping, sorrowful song of love, grief and resolution, which traverses multiple discourses- science, philosophy, psychology – in an attempt to come to terms with the sudden death of a loved one. Can’t recommend it enough, but put aside a day to do it justice!

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