Originally posted by: indranigupta
The melancholic soul and the atmosphere that you have created beagle...needs further reading...I wish you get it published somewhere..
Evoking an ambiance which is both dull and grey and yet beautiful ...to render the pain within ...a soul trying to break free of mind-forged manacles (Blake's words)...is to say the least full of possibilities...I loved the way you used all the known icons of melancholic temper to make it into your own...Awesome beagle...Lovely👏PS: For you beagle...a poem by American poetess, Emily Dickenson:After great pain, a formal feeling comes -The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,'And Yesterday, or Centuries before'?The Feet, mechanical, go round -A Wooden wayOf Ground, or Air, or Ought -Regardless grown,A Quartz contentment, like a stone -This is the Hour of Lead -Remembered, if outlived,As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow -First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go -