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William  Marsh's avatar

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.

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J. Tullius's avatar

I am honored by your close attention and adept parsing of the poem. Many thanks!

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Nick Chapman-Jones's avatar

Really like the exploration of the topic, and the flow fits. Thanks for sharing.

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Claire Adderholt (Craft)'s avatar

This one sings! The flow is gorgeous.

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J. Tullius's avatar

Bless you!

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Peter Whisenant's avatar

"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.

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J. Tullius's avatar

One of the best compliments I've ever received. Thank you Peter!

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Bence Ádók's avatar

Exceptionally beautiful

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James Hart's avatar

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.

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J. Tullius's avatar

Ha! Thanks James!

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