Wow, let me say it again, wow. Eglantine, beautiful does not even come close to describing this poem. Wow!!!
E, I had to add to this review after I woke up and really read the title. Still this is beyonnd beautiful but so very sad. It is amazing how my emotions have flip-flopped in just a few short minutes.
Eglantine is such a great poet I am running out of words, like great, well- written,she is a poet of enourmous talent who has a fine future as a writer....
I love the contradiction in the title to the delicious eroticism in the poem....like the head shouting to the heart "HELLO...oooo! You`re not listening!!" Delightful. P.
Beautifully written; a sublime bit of imagery and delicate longing. The juxtaposition between the title and the content is quite tragic, and something that I have experienced in my own life. Sometimes we give so freely of ourselves that we cannot see beyond the giving...we cannot see the entire matter put out before us until it is over. Very nicely written piece.
I like the idea of wearing night and slipping on stockings of evening that you give us in the first stanza. There is something particularly alluring about that thought. Its a very sensual and passionate sort of idea. Maybe shows a change from what the speaker is used to, possibly something the speaker was coerced into doing because thats what her lover liked. I get the sense that she is the kind of girl that would like to wear day with garlands of forget me not flowers and dew drips from the first rays of the sun. Maybe I'm wrong there.
I also like the second stanza. There is a very striking vulnerability there; sort of a virginal newness to the act. Very striking and all.
I've always been a fan of cosmic imagery and ideas. It makes sense to expand outward to that point so we can describe the large feelings we have. So with that said, I like the image of the stars in the lungs.
a wonderful analogy of love to the galaxy...but do we believe in life on other planets?
some say we are gullible if we do..and others say we are just aas gullible to believe in love...
sad twist at the end...but meteoric in its beauty. the whole radiation idea, the breasts...almost like love can be a cancer...and in the end we have to radically cut it out.
I graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..