Sometimes a poetess or poet doesn’t need many words. Sometimes even the deepest emotions can be transferred through a short poem. The poem A farewell proofs this. A poem was written by Harriet Monroe.
This poem was first published in Century Magazine (vol. 57/iss. 4 – 1899). Instead of focussing what is not there anymore, you should really try to seek for that what has left; the legacy of things that have passed.
In the first stanza, Monroe describes the perfect hour. This is a period during the day that the lights change and many painters and photographers have been inspired to capture this moment. Sometimes, this moment doesn’t last that long. Should you be sad about this or not?
The perfect hour is also a good metaphor. It represents a period in life when things are or were good. Not that it’s over, should you neglect the fact that it was once good?
Sometimes things have to go the way they do. This is life, as you can read in the second stanza. Sometimes these events that happen are based on something that people describe as their journey. Another way to describe it: the path you walk on. Or, it can be less metaphorically: when the government decides to change things, by introducing a law. Or when you realize, that the law that has been there for many years applies even to you.
What’s important: there is always love. Love, according to Monroe, will be flying. It gives you the sense of flying. Even when these loved ones are no longer with us. Blessed they are.
Good-by: nay, do not grieve that it is over—
The perfect hour;
That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover,
Flits from the flower.
Grieve not; it is the law. Love will be flying—
Yea, love and all.
Glad was the living; blessed be the dying!
Let the leaves fall.
— Harriet Monroe