Careless

How careless is love in her pleasure That sees in the Other reality Bound to none but her own reckless desire. She ties up her hair, makes cosmic measure Of the Other, crafting their beauty Carelessly. Love in her pleasure Seeks for the ever elder fire, Longs for the highest actuality, Bound to none but …

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Shakespeare: The 64th Sonnet

Preface I will be publishing essays from now on analyzing individual poems on the blog. Rather than trying to cover broad topics, I find that this will be a more useful and focused exercise, for not only myself, but hopefully for any readers as well. It will also narrowly confine the discussion to poetry qua …

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Heritage

How I hark to hear you speak – O!, as the Hyacinth’s name warbles in my throat, so any sound I make of you is a holy thing – not that you are holy, Dear, no saint art thou in the wild waste of life. But you and I might ordain each other, make a …

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Captive

Thy lips do seem a falling whirlpool; They draw all twisting down within. Forgive my fleeting glance, I’m but a fool. I mean not my eyes to sin, Nor on thee lust thy flesh to win. Yet thy hair downward floweth in cascade Into my eyes’ open sight. Thou graspest thy locks to tie thy …

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