Analysis of Beyond the Ruins
The Eighth Rhyme of Jean Ami
Written in Recollection
Of Having Experienced a Series
Of Strange Disheartening Dreams
A river flows out of our sleep,
And randomly it winds
Along a landscape
Of events
That has no borderlines
And like a snake with silken skin
That slithers through the grass,
It coils and darts
Impulsively -
Here, slight,
There, wide,
And vast
It has a purpose and a will
That would our passions win,
For it would trouble
What is fair,
With what is foul
It summons daunting effigies
And speaks of wondrous things
That sink beneath
The net of thought
And our best reasoning
It gains us by
A scent or sound –
In form, it resonates
And, in our trust,
It rests a while,
But as it rests,
Upon a coming to its call,
Upon our sure descent
Into its currents,
There to drift
In charmed
Astonishment
This river flows into a pond,
The pond into a lake
The lake is like a looking glass
That only God can break
A spillway lowers to some ruins
Beneath the waterline,
And there is seen
A silhouette
Of wrecks that intertwine
Some wrecks are old
And others new,
Not one is dull or mean,
For they are things
The soul enshrines
Or sins that go
Beyond the ruins, an ocean spreads
Where hopes and passions go,
But as we wake,
With all that we would know
A river flows out of our sleep,
And like lost Eden’s snake,
It bids us all to follow it
And never more awake
It does not favor any prey -
Or sallies by
And goes unknown
To heart and mind,
And wisest eye.
Thoughts of Camille Du Monde: Entry Ten
But dreams cannot be known, not one of them!
I once discussed a dream a poet had in his youth, wherein a pig was gained and lost, as well as that lord’s brother. I focused on the things the poet read before he slept, concluding it was that activity that engendered the dream. But others called into question who it was who did the reading -The poet or a different self? Thus, I lost confidence in my argument, as every man has many variations. And no one can say with certainty to what man, or to what variation within the man, an activity or dream belongs.
Although I regularly think I am the author of a dream, I do not recall an instance when I had complete control over its events – Some events, yes, but not all. This suggests to me that even though I may be the same person who was a while ago awake, I am still only a participant in the events I see and not their author. I may suspect the events are mine because I see them, and I know that I am me as I awake, but I cannot know if I am the source of those events or the only audience that observes them. Even when I am the lone player in a dream, I cannot be certain that the dream is mine, as I may merely be the only character necessary for another’s telling of the story.
In a song I know, a poet speaks of a departed loved one who appears to him in a dream, and yet, he must awake before he recalls that visitor’s death. Who then dreamed the dream? For the waking poet knew his love was dead, while the dreamer knew not this? And oft in dreams there is a de ja vous that rustles in the mind but loses resonance completely in the rush of a day. I once dreamed about a place I loved in youth, and as I awoke, I felt a strong sense of regret in not having spent more time there. Yet moments later, I came to recognize that there never was that place I loved.
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Metre | 0111110 100010 1100100010 1101001 010111101 010011 0101 101 1111 01011101 11101 1101 0100 11 11 01 11010001 1110101 11110 111 1111 110101 011101 1101 0111 0101100 1111 0111 01110 00101 1101 1111 01010111 0110101 01110 111 01 0100 11010101 010101 01110101 110111 01101110 0101 0111 001 111001 1111 0101 111111 1111 011 1111 010101101 110101 1111 111111 010111101 011101 11111101 010101 11110101 1101 0101 1101 0101 110111101 1110111111 1101010101011010111011111110110101010101110101110100101001110101101111101001010100111110001100110011100100111111001111110100101101001101 11100011101010111111101110101101011011111101111101111011011010101111100010000011101110110100111011110111111110111101111011101101010010111011101100011101101011111110101010010011101010 00111010110010111011100101110101111100111101101010111111010111010111011111001110100010001101111010111010110111011101011011111101011110111011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 3,494 |
Words | 772 |
Sentences | 18 |
Stanzas | 38 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 3, 4, 1, 2, 2, 3, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 3, 4, 2, 2, 2, 4, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 1, 1, 4, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 71 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 68 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 17 |
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A lyrical poem about dreams from a short story and with commentary.
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