Teacher, let me tell you how deeply I was touched by the way you interpreted my poem. In some parts, yours was much better than even my own could ever be.

Once again I would like to thank you so very much for sending me two more of your wonderfully written poems.  I've often wondered where do you ever find the time to write so often and so much as you do! 
You must be a dedicated writer..... being able to concentrate on your studies at school, plus find time to pursue your great passion; writing! 

It's good to feel so very passionate about something and I strongly believe that it is writing in your case!

To write, it takes passion, intimacy but not time. Of course for someone too busy all the time, it may seem to be a time-consuming thing but for me it is not so... sometimes one thought, one's look or even one single word is enough to free my passion to create. I would like to tell you how it all began someday... maybe in my next email. Till then just know that it was all about someone I met on ICQ.

Have you ever considered publishing your poems?  I do realize that you have many of them on an internet site but what I'm referring to now is publishing them in a book!  You have a great collection of poems and it may be a good idea for you to try and get them published! :)  Wouldn't that be a lovely idea.  I'm not sure of the cost of getting something like that done but it would be worth the while to look into the matter!

You certainly have the talent for it! :)

Indeed, I need quite a long time to possess much enough poetry for publishing a book. Yet, it is a dream that I might give my everything to see come true. Rest assured that costs would be the last thing I would think of as a problem. My family would probably fund getting my book published.

Have you ever considered getting into other areas of writing, for example, short stories, novels, or even song lyrics?  The
possibilities are endless.  I write poetry too and maybe someday I'll share some of them with you.  Lately I've been writing children's poetry so that I can use it in my classroom when I am teaching.  I am also considering to try and write children's books.  I have many ideas but simply finding the time is the problem..... I'm always so very busy!  Hopefully during summer holidays I'll be able to find the time! :)

No I haven't but now I do... I will try writing a short battle story. The story will deriver its roots from a computer game called "Warcraft II". We, I and my brother, would make our own Warcraft II maps to battle on, as a challenge to each other. One day, a map he had designed took me over 10 hours to finish and while playing I tried so many different tactics to locate my army and villages that I had my own little story at the end of the play. If I ever try to begin writing short stories, it would be my strongest candidate for taking the first place.

 

I. Stanza

 

Along with others', my dashed line
doth me mind of all what is mine.
It, before my eyes, thy wall upraise,
nought of mine I see, folded by thine.

 

yours

Basically in the very first stanza it appears that the speaker of the poem
is recalling his past....it's broken into segments....just like the pasts of
others in this world.  This broken or "..dashed  line" (which represents
life's time line) reminds him of what he is all about or his true character
or "..of all what is mine" .  But, this past reminds him of a time when he
was so very involved with another individual.... a time when he could
remember nothing but this other person... hence this person represents a
blockage of his past identity ('nought of mine I see")... he doesn't see
that part of his past clearly because of the influence of this other person
that was once in his life ("folded by thine").

 

mine

The speaker complains about the life he has left behind referring to it as dashed(_  _  _  ) and connotatively tells "my life is dashed ( I have skipped so many beauties in my life, couldn't leave my trace on anything ) whereas others' lives are not so. ( but others lives are fulfilled with the beauty I couldn't catch )", trying to mean that he missed the chance of living his own life with no interruption of others or events, and that he is now sad about all the years that passed so. Where he says "doth me mind of all what is mine" he implies that not just he skipped parts of his life but parts of life skipped him also. Which might be freed of implication as "I couldn't meet my lover as often as I wanted, and neither she did me."

 

"It, before my eyes, thy wall upraise"

It, is the parts of life(as whole) that he could enjoy(parts that were not missing).

 

"Nought of mine I see, folded by thine"

That unskipped parts of his life are just about his love, therefore the wall built up is painted by memories of his lover and there he finds nothing only of his own.

II. Stanza

 

Thou, in my dreams art so close to me,
but not wherein loves of Love's denote.
From the cold I will blow heat to thee,
to call thee mine and mine of ours both.

yours

Basically in this second stanza he remembers his past once again....and not
the reader can almost identify who the person from his past was....maybe a
past lover.  The speaker refers to seeing this person in "dreams" which "art
so close to me"... This is highly suggestive of feelings of adoration and
love for someone!  The reference of "from the cold I will blow heat to thee"
seems to suggest that the speaker of the poem had deceased, and his souls is
speaking now.... "Cold" usually represents a type of death image.  I'm not
sure if that's where you were going with this poem or not, Cetin.  You can
surly inform me about it, please.  Basically it seems that the soul of the
speaker still has great love for this person... even in death ("Cold") he
will send love("Blow heat") to his one true love just so he can "call thee
mine and mine of ours both".

mine

"Thou, in my dreams art so close to me"

I have only dreams to see your beauty again,

 

"but not wherein loves of Love's denote"

because I have moved away from the earth where everyone's love(loves) marks/shows/has a different taste of the spirit of love(Love).

 

"From the cold I will blow heat to thee"

he says; "As a soul trapped in my loneliness on the side of immortals(death), I shall cast spells upon you to make you feel the warmth of my love, when I come to take you near me."

 

"to call thee mine and mine of ours both"

he says; "then I may call you "my truly mine" and share everything with your kindred soul as we live our eternal life."

 

III. Stanza

 

To timelessly taste the fruits,
one has to have seeded a tree.
For my future if a dream suits,
I shall be dreaming more of thee.

yours

Here you have used some religious imagery (Christianity religion).  You
mention of " taste the fruits" and "tree".  I'm not sure if you are familiar
with Christianity but these are often used as religious images in poems and
other types of literature.  "Fruit" refers to the forbidden fruit in the
Garden of Eden  (Adam and Eve) and "tree' can refer to the 'Tree of
Knowledge" (Good and Evil).  Please let me know if this was your intentions
or not, to use this type of religious imagery.  It works quite effectively
here.

mine

I am not that familiar with Christianity and it was not the thing I minded while writing.

 

"To timelessly taste the fruits"

he says; "To be able to live with the beauties of live not being limited by the time,"

 

"one has to have seeded a tree"

and goes on; "one must first accomplish his duties and missions in life."

 

"For my future if a dream suits"

A field for a farmer is his future, and so is a life for a passionate lover.

So he says; "For my field if a most demanding seed suits"

 

"I shall be dreaming more of thee"

here it means; "I should plant your love all over my field for I want my future to hold only you"

 

dream > most demanding seed: A dream takes a lot of effort to come true, therefore I called it a most demanding seed.

 

IV. Stanza

 

Not from thy white..., I expose pale,
methinks, for I be not in my own tale.
Might my name with thine be known,
as mine soul upholds its own renown.

yours

Here again I sense the feeling of the speaker of the poem actually being
deceased and his soul in now speaking.  I'm not positive if that's what you
intended, but as I mentioned before....poetry can have different meanings
for different people.  I make this comment because of the language and word
choice you use.  You refer to him as "expose pale"...this is a death like
image (colourless...white as a ghost/ pale looking).  Also, when you write
of him not "im my own tale"...this kind of suggests that he is on the
"outside" looking in.... he is seeing the world/past from a different
perspective...form his soul!

mine

"Not from thy white..., I expose pale"

he says; "it is not your innocence or beauty which makes me look pale"

 

"methinks, for I be not in my own tale"

he says; "it is that I am now away from my past and from my future as well, for I am away from you, my fairy of my tale" or simply "it(the reason why I look pale) is that I now belong to the coldness of death".

 

"might my name with thine be known"

he says; "If only my name might be mentioned with yours(we could be remembered together)"

 

"as mine soul upholds its own renown"

and goes on; "when my soul will be asked of what I have done in my earthly life"

 

V. Stanza

 

Spring's tears nightly dew mine at last;
Withered greens, over which O passed,
Shall be rebound to life's veins anew,
Thy memories, shall present my past.

yours

Here in the last stanza the speaker is revealing just how much love he had
for this person.  As time passed , as is suggested by "withered greens, over
which O passed", he cried just like "Spring's nightly dew".  But he shall.
"Come to life", once again, so to speak, because of his past memories of
that special person.

mine

A plain explanation this time from the mouth of the speaker of the poem

 

For seasons has passed and spring has come again. The season of birth, the most forgiving of all. Now my field -- where I once wished to seed dreams of you --, is watered by the spring. For death(O), passed over my field once, even the spring fears to pour its tears down on me a-day(during day). Therefore in silence and at night, it just brings my soul water drops to make me feel alive again. Now I believe I will be brought back to life and my dead dreams of my own future with my lover will also be resurrected by the power of spring. "Thy memories, shall present my past" and all that will happen for I will tell the spring our memories, of the times we spent together, nights among thousands we only saw two stars(each other's eyes).....

 

Please reply with a message... and tell whether what I got from this poem can be gotten by everyone that reads it or not.