32. Rewrite a Poem: Take any poem or short story you find anywhere. Rewrite it in your own words.
The poem I’ve rewritten is She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron
He lives in gold, like the sun –
In Eden days of blue and white,
And all that’s freedom,
All that’s light,
Meet in his aspect and his eyes,
A beauty never matched by even
The brightest star of the night.
One ray the more, one shade the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which lives in every chestnut strand,
Or softly brightens on his face;
Where thoughts so happily express
Themselves in such a loved resting place.
And on that cheek, and in his eyes,
So soft, so warm, so joyous,
The smiles that win, the eyes that see
All the good in everyone,
A mind at peace with all he sees,
A heart whose love is strong yet innocent.
Of all the challenges this was by far the hardest. Byron rhymes (and mine in this poem have been patchy at best) and uses meter, both of which I never use in any of my poems. All I can say is thank God for my English degree because a lot of things I learnt there became useful when I was writing this – deciphering what Byron is actually saying line per line especially.