Condense the following piece from Paradise Lost by John Milton to a haiku
As when the Sun, new risen,
Looks through the horizontal misty air,
Shorn of his beams, or from behind the Moon,
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
perplexes monarchs.
Wonderful challenge.
Paradise Lost by Gustave Dore
during the eclipse
as twilight grips their throat
kings shiver also
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October 1, 2013
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Well you did it. I wonder how Milton would feel Bjorn. >KB
Just imagine that Basho and Milton were contemporary… Maybe if the ever met..
nice – you may want to switch “also and kings” – for smoother flow.
great idea… yes indeed.
Awesome distillation Bjorn. If Milton an Basho had met eachother then I think they could find it very with eachother. Milton would be pleased with that short poem we know as haiku.
Kristjaan (Carpe Diem)
I wanted to capture the political dimension of Milton’s writing..
You succeeded in that goal 🙂
great distillation
Thank you
Even kings, yes,suddenly find themselves as the rest of us. A haiku with deep insight
as Milton was a very political poet I wanted to capture that meaning that I think I can read in the last part of the verse.