Why do the gentle weep? For all of the intentional cruelty displayed against all that is found to be too gentle for a faux "survival of the fittest" hedonistic culture, perhaps? Or maybe I am too cynical. Maybe, instead, I wil just say: The Time we are allotted is far too limited to live without Great Passion being a part of every single day." If there is nothing else than this; it would be to let starlight infuse you until you shone, too.
Passion, tough emotion to pin down, forms come out ,waves,when you stop time to be introspective, your nails will hurt.and if you deal with a woman, there will be pain.
It takes more than eyes, to see inside of a woman... It takes love.
And a pause -- living in between moments. I wonder if that, is where quiet sadness is hidden. For to touch that deep inner space, requires patience, and not being afraid-- of digging into her, until your fingers hurt... Opening her up, with your Passion.
And I love how PASSION, is all in caps... It should be that way, when you find it...
Diego, this poem is so incredibly beautiful... It takes my breath away. The heavens themselves must look down, and wish that they, had a poem, from this poet...
Thank you, for sharing this piece of your heart,
HK
if you look hard enough the references to Athena is also the reference to strength and inspiration,
courage and strategy since she was the goddess of these qualities; and could this not also be
a vailed reference to the extreme univocal of poetry. And by univocal I mean all things beautiful
and unmittigated but having one universal meaning only?
"is that who you are
a goddess, that would
explain the smile,
your pleasure, it blinds."
Who's pleasure and who's smile but that of the poet, whowith unrequited pleasure, can untie
the lashing of.....
I think you might be trying to improve on wording, if that is what is meant by editing.
but there's no need.
please don't edit this at all, it is exquisite just as it is. When men actually fall in love, they become as kittens, once lions, the transformation hurts but with it comes such things as this poem that only a man once loved can write. oh many talented poets write beautiful sonnets, very few sonnets write a beautiful man.