{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@type":"Periodical","version":"1.0","generatedAt":"2026-07-25T05:00:32+00:00","magazine":{"id":"6c07283a3cb21074fcdf0d599378b39f6013e1493d7db3fba35d054c279c2e74","slug":"solitudo-cbf1f8","title":"Solitudo","summary":"poetry for the forlorn soul","image":"https:\/\/www.jeremygeddesart.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/A-Quiet-Heaven-det-1-1200x800.jpg","language":null,"pubkey":"c230edd34ca5c8318bf4592ac056cde37519d395c0904c37ea1c650b8ad4a712","createdAt":"2026-06-30T18:49:53+00:00","url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8"},"categories":[{"slug":"romantic-era-f7d2cd","title":"romantic era","summary":null,"image":null,"url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8\/cat\/romantic-era-f7d2cd","articleCount":4,"articles":[{"title":"Sonnet - Mutation\nWilliam Cullen Bryant","slug":"-YxC9N6Z7_WYqJZ2TwUTq","summary":"","content":"They talk of short-lived pleasure\u2014be it so\u2014\nPain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain\nExpires, and lets her weary prisoner go.\nThe fiercest agonies have shortest reign;\nAnd after dreams of horror, comes again\nThe welcome morning with its rays of peace.\nOblivion, softly wiping out the stain,\nMakes the strong secret pangs of shame to cease:\nRemorse is virtue\u2019s root; its fair increase\nAre fruits of innocence and blessedness:\nThus joy, o\u2019erborne and bound, doth still release\nHis young limbs from the chains that round him press.\nWeep not that the world changes\u2014did it keep\nA stable changeless state, \u2019twere cause indeed to weep.","image":"https:\/\/cdn.satellite.earth\/0afaa8db8edec1023fb48ae146959260c05f305e4c94fb4890f18f5946ab60f0.jpg","pubkey":"c230edd34ca5c8318bf4592ac056cde37519d395c0904c37ea1c650b8ad4a712","kind":30023,"createdAt":"2025-08-24T21:19:07+00:00","publishedAt":"2025-08-24T21:19:07+00:00","topics":null,"url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8\/cat\/romantic-era-f7d2cd\/d\/-YxC9N6Z7_WYqJZ2TwUTq"},{"title":"The Snow-Shower  By William Cullen Bryant","slug":"1735164498278","summary":"","content":"Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,\n\n   On the lake below, thy gentle eyes;\n\nThe clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,\n\n   And dark and silent the water lies;\n\nAnd out of that frozen mist the snow\n\nIn wavering flakes begins to flow;\n\n                            Flake after flake\n\nThey sink in the dark and silent lake.\n\nSee how in a living swarm they come\n\n   From the chambers beyond that misty veil;\n\nSome hover awhile in air, and some\n\n   Rush prone from the sky like summer hail.\n\nAll, dropping swiftly or settling slow,\n\nMeet, and are still in the depths below;\n\n                            Flake after flake\n\nDissolved in the dark and silent lake.\n\nHere delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud,\n\n   Come floating downward in airy play,\n\nLike spangles dropped from the glistening crowd\n\n   That whiten by night the milky way;\n\nThere broader and burlier masses fall;\n\nThe sullen water buries them all\u2013\n\n                            Flake after flake\u2013\n\nAll drowned in the dark and silent lake.\n\n\nAnd some, as on tender wings they glide\n\n   From their chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray,\n\nAre joined in their fall, and, side by side,\n\n   Come clinging along their unsteady way;\n\nAs friend with friend, or husband with wife,\n\nMakes hand in hand the passage of life;\n\n                            Each mated flake\n\nSoon sinks in the dark and silent lake.\n\n\nLo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste\n\n   Stream down the snows, till the air is white,\n\nAs, myriads by myriads madly chased,\n\nThey fling themselves from their shadowy height.\n\n   The fair, frail creatures of middle sky,\n\nWhat speed they make, with their grave so nigh;\n\n                            Flake after flake,\n\nTo lie in the dark and silent lake!\n\nI see in thy gentle eyes a tear;\n\n   They turn to me in sorrowful thought;\n\nThou thinkest of friends, the good and dear,\n\n   Who were for a time, and now are not;\n\nLike these fair children of cloud and frost,\n\nThat glisten a moment and then are lost,\n\n                            Flake after flake\u2013\n\nAll lost in the dark and silent lake.\n\n\nYet look again, for the clouds divide;\n\n   A gleam of blue on the water lies;\n\nAnd far away, on the mountain-side,\n\n   A sunbeam falls from the opening skies,\n\nBut the hurrying host that flew between\n\nThe cloud and the water, no more is seen;\n\n                            Flake after flake,\n\nAt rest in the dark and silent lake.\n\n","image":"https:\/\/cdn.satellite.earth\/08340d5f509b2a92967d2c2def0b8b90ad5a1242ae9b015c09ef7cc38f1ceeb3.jpg","pubkey":"c230edd34ca5c8318bf4592ac056cde37519d395c0904c37ea1c650b8ad4a712","kind":30023,"createdAt":"2024-12-25T22:20:25+00:00","publishedAt":"2024-12-25T22:19:56+00:00","topics":null,"url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8\/cat\/romantic-era-f7d2cd\/d\/1735164498278"},{"title":"Love and Folly by William Cullen Bryant","slug":"1735235778686","summary":"","content":"Love\u0027s worshippers alone can know\n\nThe thousand mysteries that are his;\n\nHis blazing torch, his twanging bow,\n\nHis blooming age are mysteries.\n\nA charming science\u2014but the day\n\nWere all too short to con it o\u0027er;\n\nSo take of me this little lay,\n\nA sample of its boundless lore.\n\nAs once, beneath the fragrant shade\n\nOf myrtles breathing heaven\u0027s own air,\n\nThe children, Love and Folly, played\u2014\n\nA quarrel rose betwixt the pair.\n\nLove said the gods should do him right\u2014\n\nBut Folly vowed to do it then,\n\nAnd struck him, o\u0027er the orbs of sight,\n\nSo hard, he never saw again.\n\nHis lovely mother\u0027s grief was deep,\n\nShe called for vengeance on the deed;\n\nA beauty does not vainly weep,\n\nNor coldly does a mother plead.\n\nA shade came o\u0027er the eternal bliss\n\nThat fills the dwellers of the skies;\n\nEven stony-hearted Nemesis,\n\nAnd Rhadamanthus, wiped their eyes.\n\n\u0022Behold,\u0022 she said, \u0022this lovely boy,\u0022\n\nWhile streamed afresh her graceful tears,\n\n\u0022Immortal, yet shut out from joy\n\nAnd sunshine, all his future years.\n\nThe child can never take, you see,\n\nA single step without a staff\u2014\n\nThe harshest punishment would be\n\nToo lenient for the crime by half.\u0022\n\nAll said that Love had suffered wrong,\n\nAnd well that wrong should be repaid;\n\nThen weighed the public interest long,\n\nAnd long the party\u0027s interest weighed.\n\nAnd thus decreed the court above\u2014\n\n\u0022Since Love is blind from Folly\u0027s blow,\n\nLet Folly be the guide of Love,\n\nWhere\u0027er the boy may choose to go.\u0022","image":null,"pubkey":"c230edd34ca5c8318bf4592ac056cde37519d395c0904c37ea1c650b8ad4a712","kind":30023,"createdAt":"2024-12-26T18:13:38+00:00","publishedAt":"2024-12-26T18:12:46+00:00","topics":["poetry"],"url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8\/cat\/romantic-era-f7d2cd\/d\/1735235778686"},{"title":"Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant","slug":"1737589530472","summary":"Thanatopsis and Other Poems (Effingham Maynard \u0026 Co., 1881)","content":" To him who in the love of Nature holds   \nCommunion with her visible forms, she speaks   \nA various language; for his gayer hours   \nShe has a voice of gladness, and a smile   \nAnd eloquence of beauty, and she glides   \nInto his darker musings, with a mild   \nAnd healing sympathy, that steals away   \nTheir sharpness, ere he is aware.  When thoughts   \nOf the last bitter hour come like a blight   \nOver thy spirit, and sad images   \nOf the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,   \nAnd breathless darkness, and the narrow house,   \nMake thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;\u2014   \nGo forth, under the open sky, and list   \nTo Nature\u2019s teachings, while from all around\u2014 \nEarth and her waters, and the depths of air\u2014 \nComes a still voice\u2014 Yet a few days, and thee   \nThe all-beholding sun shall see no more   \nIn all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,   \nWhere thy pale form was laid, with many tears,   \nNor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist   \nThy image.   Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim   \nThy growth, to be resolved to earth again, \nAnd, lost each human trace, surrendering up   \nThine individual being, shalt thou go   \nTo mix for ever with the elements,   \nTo be a brother to the insensible rock   \nAnd to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain   \nTurns with his share, and treads upon. The oak   \nShall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.  \n \n\n Yet not to thine eternal resting-place   \nShalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish   \nCouch more magnificent.  Thou shalt lie down   \nWith patriarchs of the infant world\u2014with kings,   \nThe powerful of the earth\u2014the wise, the good,   \nFair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,   \nAll in one mighty sepulchre.   The hills   \nRock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,\u2014the vales   \nStretching in pensive quietness between;   \nThe venerable woods\u2014rivers that move   \nIn majesty, and the complaining brooks   \nThat make the meadows green; and, poured round all,   \nOld Ocean\u2019s gray and melancholy waste,\u2014   \nAre but the solemn decorations all   \nOf the great tomb of man. The golden sun,   \nThe planets, all the infinite host of heaven,   \nAre shining on the sad abodes of death,   \nThrough the still lapse of ages. All that tread   \nThe globe are but a handful to the tribes   \nThat slumber in its bosom.\u2014Take the wings   \nOf morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,   \nOr lose thyself in the continuous woods   \nWhere rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,   \nSave his own dashings\u2014yet the dead are there:   \nAnd millions in those solitudes, since first   \nThe flight of years began, have laid them down   \nIn their last sleep\u2014the dead reign there alone. \nSo shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw   \nIn silence from the living, and no friend   \nTake note of thy departure? All that breathe   \nWill share thy destiny. The gay will laugh \nWhen thou art gone, the solemn brood of care   \nPlod on, and each one as before will chase   \nHis favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave   \nTheir mirth and their employments, and shall come \nAnd make their bed with thee. As the long train   \nOf ages glide away, the sons of men,   \nThe youth in life\u2019s green spring, and he who goes   \nIn the full strength of years, matron and maid,   \nThe speechless babe, and the gray-headed man\u2014   \nShall one by one be gathered to thy side,   \nBy those, who in their turn shall follow them.   \n     So live, that when thy summons comes to join   \nThe innumerable caravan, which moves   \nTo that mysterious realm, where each shall take   \nHis chamber in the silent halls of death,   \nThou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,   \nScourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed   \nBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,   \nLike one who wraps the drapery of his couch   \nAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.","image":"https:\/\/cdn.satellite.earth\/1c86718e84d82caa9714045aa6263659266bf60a28c88e81db8720872c0768f3.jpg","pubkey":"c230edd34ca5c8318bf4592ac056cde37519d395c0904c37ea1c650b8ad4a712","kind":30023,"createdAt":"2025-01-22T23:52:14+00:00","publishedAt":"2025-01-22T23:52:02+00:00","topics":["poetry"],"url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8\/cat\/romantic-era-f7d2cd\/d\/1737589530472"}]},{"slug":"modern-era-b42721","title":"modern era","summary":null,"image":null,"url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8\/cat\/modern-era-b42721","articleCount":1,"articles":[{"title":"FOUR, XVIII","slug":"cd78ea02","summary":"A work of e.e. cummings, from \u0022is 5\u0022, 1926","content":"i go to this window\njust as day dissolves\nwhen it is _twilight_(and\nlooking up in fear\n\nI see the new moon\nthinner than a hair)\n\nmaking me feel\nhow m\u0332y\u0332s\u0332e\u0332l\u0332f\u0332 has been coarse and dull\ncompared with y\u0332o\u0332u\u0332,silently who are \nand cling\nto my mind always\n\nBut now she sharpens and becomes crisper\nuntil I smile with knowing \n\u2014and all about\nherself\n\nthe sprouting largest final air\n\n**plunges**\n        inward with hurled\ndownward thousands of [enormous dreams](https:\/\/cummings.ee\/book\/is-5\/)","image":null,"pubkey":"c230edd34ca5c8318bf4592ac056cde37519d395c0904c37ea1c650b8ad4a712","kind":30023,"createdAt":"2026-03-01T05:33:13+00:00","publishedAt":"2026-03-01T04:33:13+00:00","topics":null,"url":"https:\/\/decentnewsroom.com\/mag\/solitudo-cbf1f8\/cat\/modern-era-b42721\/d\/cd78ea02"}]}],"chapters":[],"stats":{"totalCategories":2,"totalArticles":5,"totalChapters":0}}