Lately, we seem to be going through another "historical moment" every 5 minutes. With the new King of the United Kingdom about to be crowned, which poem speaks to you most about an historical event?
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It's more about a historic place (Hampton Court Palace) than a historical event, though the Tudors reign is arguably an event in itself.
I've always enjoyed 'A Spellbound Palace' by Thomas Hardy.
On this kindly yellow day of mild low-travelling winter sun
The stirless depths of the yews
Are vague with misty blues:
Across the spacious pathways stretching spires of shadow run,
And the wind-gnawed walls of ancient brick are fired vermilion.
Two or three early sanguine finches tune
Some tentative strains, to be enlarged by May or June:
From a thrush or blackbird
Comes now and then a word,
While an enfeebled fountain somewhere within is heard.
Our footsteps wait awhile,
Then draw beneath the pile,
When an inner court outspreads
As ’twere History’s own asile,
Where the now-visioned fountain its attenuate crystal sheds
In passive lapse that seems to ignore the yon world’s clamorous clutch,
And lays an insistent numbness on the place, like a cold hand’s touch.
And there swaggers the Shade of a straddling King, plumed, sworded, with sensual face,
And lo, too, that of his Minister, at a bold self-centred pace:
Sheer in the sun they pass; and thereupon all is still,
Save the mindless fountain tinkling on with thin enfeebled will.
I couldn’t find his poems but I found one that was about a time where man was trying to work out the significance of the wheel. And the first idea of what a clock is for. A major invention of history which changed everything. It's by Brian Moses.
Brian Moses writes poems about 1066 the victory over the Saxons. A time that changed history by ending the Saxons rule for hundreds of years. And then starting the monarchy we have today.