Link to poem: http://naishinnoumouko.tripod.com/id2.html
This article is about "a record breaking cold snap" in Eastern Europe. "More then 600 people died," and many still remain isolated. The people in Eastern Europe that are facing this cold spell are running out of food, water, and medicine." People are being forced to put chains on there tires, stay indoors and skip work. Many people are losing there lives because of the frigged weather. "Authorities said seven people have died in the past 24 hours, bringing the total to 86 deaths." Now the temperature is going far below zero causing extreme ice. There is also harsh winds and blockades due to the enormous amount of snow piling up. This event relates to the poem "Sonnet on Loss" by David Lewis Paget because this poem talks about loss, and this event caused a lot of loss. "Grief overwhelms me as I stare," is probably how people were feeling as they looked at the loved ones that they have lost. People are trying to survive "through mist and hurt". I think that this poem really does relate to this event, because "every love turned to ash."
"Sonnet On Loss"
You’ve gone again, and I sit granite faced,
Astare at this, the loss of my estate,
To count my grievings, seen as if afar
Through mist and hurt, and bramble patch and pain
Where life may only tear you at the briar
To leave blood-blackberry patches at the stain
Of every love, turned ash, or died, or went
Beyond the realm of touch, or argument.
So here I sit, and never look aside
But stare ahead, pretending life pretence,
And sleep, that blessed anaesthetic state
As life, but turned about by accident –
While I, unmoved, unmoving sit in fear
That grief will overwhelm me as I stare.
Astare at this, the loss of my estate,
To count my grievings, seen as if afar
Through mist and hurt, and bramble patch and pain
Where life may only tear you at the briar
To leave blood-blackberry patches at the stain
Of every love, turned ash, or died, or went
Beyond the realm of touch, or argument.
So here I sit, and never look aside
But stare ahead, pretending life pretence,
And sleep, that blessed anaesthetic state
As life, but turned about by accident –
While I, unmoved, unmoving sit in fear
That grief will overwhelm me as I stare.
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