@b4byspace: i genuinely think about this poem everyday #haroldbloom

Boringdad :

I thought the poem spoke of the opposite, not the unlived life, but longing for the life we’ve already experienced.

kalamitee_jane :

Imagine a world where authors, actual poets (not attention seeking influencers), painters, & thinkers like Harold Bloom are important. Just valued.

FingerMissile :

there is a russian poem similar, in regard to ww2, and not returning to places you may have lived. here’s a rough translation:

Sam Parker :

Imagine seeing something like this on TV now

billy_browsing :

Is there one single person with a platform in our society right now capable of asking a guest that question in such a personable way?

zzzzach :

It’s nostalgia’s lost longing for itself. Memorized this poem in my early 20s.

Robertthebrucer :

growing old and looking back over where you've been when you were younger and cannot go back to

Tony :

its about youth lost. I think

nomadnige25 :

I studied him at A-level in the UK. I had completely forgotten this beautiful poem. Now 40 years later, it resonates so much more than it did with that teenage boy. Thank you for this post.

Starstarstar*** :

And cannot go again…[Teary eyed]

markhemming4 :

The heatbreak at the loss of those younger years, never to be retrieved.

sibylvaneisdead :

I see this poem not as longing for a life unlived but a life that was lived and cannot be lived again.

C Jelly :

Not unlived life - it was the life we lived and will always have lived - though perhaps we might not get to touch it again

Gav :

bro wat

Michelle1382 :

Thank you. Beautiful.

bryan :

Magnificent ❤️❤️

MaBelle Spirit :

WOW EXTRAORDINARY

Abigail Olivieri :

The poem to me seems to capture the longing to keep living 🥺 human longing to never die

user6431746978427 :

When I was younger, I never understood the cliché” You can never go home again.” but I think this is what it means.

William :

I was depressed. This just made it worse. 🥺

AnotherPlanet :

I was so focused on the poem I didn’t even realize how agitated I was from the music, until it stopped.

yous :

Do not go gentle into that good night

akilleez :

If you are watching this, it isn’t too late to change it all. Cemeteries are filled with regret, unrealized potential, unfulfilled dreams, and those believing they had more time… If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t step forward you will regrettably remain where you are.

Sterling :

nyx_productions :

What sweet poison you were. What sweet life I thought I had, but did not. That life that I never had, was the life that killed me. (My interpretation)