Poem 240 – Away from Warmth

Must I thus leave thee Paradise?

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book XI, 269

Away from warmth, contentment, and from bliss?
Into shame, cold wind and pain?
Must I thus leave thee Paradise
When I have no way to make return?
Can I not take another way
And somehow stay within these walls?
No? Then let my cruel lamenting
Scar the bliss I now know not at all.


Dear readers,

Book XI, the penultimate book of Paradise Lost, sees Adam and Eve receive some comfort in prophecies of what is to come to future men. This is the first of the last five poems I have written based on Paradise Lost, and then I will be publishing some original things again.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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