"California Spring" by Albert Bierstadt‘The Language of Hope’ by Satyananda Sarangi The Society January 5, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 18 Comments . The Language of Hope The heart forbids the mind to let it go; __Extinguished love has deeper scars, __The foremost friend, the dreaded foe, It burns and scatters flames like broken stars. I pace upon the trampled grass and think __Of all those days when sleep was sweet, __How visions fed immortal ink To wild imagination incomplete! Much joy I yearn to hold in aching hands __Because the spring is yet to come, __And there among the cloudy strands Of heaven, lies the place I started from. . . Satyananda Sarangi is a young civil servant by profession. A graduate in electrical engineering from IGIT Sarang, his works have featured in The Society of Classical Poets, Shot Glass Journal, Snakeskin, WestWard Quarterly, Sparks of Calliope, Page & Spine, Glass: Facets of Poetry, The GreenSilk Journal and elsewhere. Currently, he resides in Odisha, India. 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Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 6, 2022 Greetings Sally ma’am, If that’s the case, then I would try my best to ensure that you’re never disappointed. Thanks for the support. Best wishes Reply Allegra Silberstein January 5, 2022 What a beautiful poem for beginning this new year…blessings on your journey. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 6, 2022 Hello Allegra ma’am, Much thankful for your kind words. May the New Year bring the best for you. Reply Margaret Coats January 5, 2022 This lovely piece remains reflective throughout, while adding a new kind of thought in each stanza. It also carefully interlinks rhyme (abab) and line length (5445), which gives a beautiful effect of ordered motion. The poem requires the reader to consider each word, but he is rewarded with clear progress toward a truly hopeful resolution. And he understands the depth of the title after contemplating the poem. All in all, Satyananda, these verses approach perfection. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 8, 2022 Thanks a ton, Margaret ma’am. Your analysis of the poem is beautiful. I’m glad it reached you in the same vibe it was written with. Wishing to read more of your poems in future Best Wishes. Reply C.B. Anderson January 5, 2022 Plaintive, plangent, and perfectly measured, this poem pulled me through a long mood, with just enough ambiguity to keep me interested in peeling back the layers. This is one that Yeats might have wished he had written. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 8, 2022 Dear C.B, All of your comments on my works have been uplifting – to get such words from such a master that you’re is huge. When I began writing poems back in 2016, W.B. Yeats was a major influence. And I remember having him as one of my Gurus – the mention of Yeats really seals the deal for me. Keep inspiring. New Year wishes. Reply Rohini January 6, 2022 Beautiful. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 8, 2022 Greetings! Thank you for finding it so. Best wishes. Reply David Watt January 6, 2022 This poem captured my attention, and didn’t let it go. It is a beautiful poem that seems better for leaving threads hanging. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 8, 2022 Greetings David Sir! Much gratitude for this wonderful interpretation of the poem. Glad you loved it. Thank you. Best wishes. Reply James Sale January 6, 2022 Well done Satyananda – I think your poetry is getting better and better: there is an increased fluency and expressiveness in this. A lovely piece of work. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 9, 2022 Greetings Sir! These words are comforting – I’ll always get back to these to find my own Muse whenever there ain’t any. Wishing you a wonderful year ahead. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant January 6, 2022 Satyananda, this is a beautiful poem, a poem that begs for more than one reading. It’s a poem that engages the heart as well as the mind and brings a message we need in times of greed and deception. Thank you very much. I look forward to reading more of your engaging works. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 9, 2022 Susan ma’am, You’ve always been very appreciative of my works – what more does an ancient poet in a modern world need! Thanks a lot. Best wishes. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.