14 lines with 5 rhymes and none sounding forced! The angels are angels of addiction and an infinite number fit fit on the point of a syringe. Never the less one angel expands and transforms into a predatory bird. That is the 1st 5 lines. Then the love enters - an angel or a predatory bird? Ambiguously both: anticipating need, stimulating the mind, soothing the heart - but doing so like a drug which risks withdrawal or death - but which is two bright and beautiful to give up! This is a rich poem.
I’d give you guff for going with the Imperialist pronunciation of “requires,” but only for a laugh. Anyway, very nice job with exploring the metaphor you’ve laid out here. Without a doubt, Byron and early Coleridge would have caught the vibe.
14 lines with 5 rhymes and none sounding forced! The angels are angels of addiction and an infinite number fit fit on the point of a syringe. Never the less one angel expands and transforms into a predatory bird. That is the 1st 5 lines. Then the love enters - an angel or a predatory bird? Ambiguously both: anticipating need, stimulating the mind, soothing the heart - but doing so like a drug which risks withdrawal or death - but which is two bright and beautiful to give up! This is a rich poem.
I am honored by your close attention and adept parsing of the poem. Many thanks!
Really like the exploration of the topic, and the flow fits. Thanks for sharing.
This one sings! The flow is gorgeous.
Bless you!
"Her words like wine do tempt intoxication
Yet stimulate the mind and soothe the heart.
An ailing soul requires its medications—"
Occasionally I encounter a poem I feel compelled to write out by hand and memorize. This is one.
One of the best compliments I've ever received. Thank you Peter!
Exceptionally beautiful
I’d give you guff for going with the Imperialist pronunciation of “requires,” but only for a laugh. Anyway, very nice job with exploring the metaphor you’ve laid out here. Without a doubt, Byron and early Coleridge would have caught the vibe.
Ha! Thanks James!