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She Loves Him
“I was alone
now
my beautiful peace has gone;
did I ask you here?”
~Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961),
She Loves Him
She loves him most in the break of day,
When the disappointed silence lies dormant,
And his early morning mumblings,
Are of loving her.
She loves him in the evening,
When exhausted the anger sleeps.
And his tired, weary whispers,
Are of loving her.
She has learned to love him
At a distance.
Where his skewed opinion of her,
Has not yet reached her ears.
I really liked this. I have recently read a fantastic book and i really related one of the character's feelings with that in this piece.
It's beautifully written and effectively structured. It was powerful and striking, gorgeous to read and interesting to think about after.
Great work as ever, Laurenx
This is not just a poem to read; it is a poem to learn from, because it exhibits an ever so subtle progression of implications that say very much in the space of very few words. First, she starts with the epigraph, linking herself and the poem to a classic poet; always an excellent strategy because, after all, she is already a classic poet (In my opinion, she is the finest on postpoems.) Watch, then, how she balances and counter balances positive and negative (and in the space between them, the implications come). "Loves most" contrasts with "disappointed silence"; "love in the evening" contrasts with exhausted anger. And learning to love at a distance? Nearness and farness, two opposites, are now contained in a single line in a single phrase across two lines, and the tension between the two is tangible. And, that itself, illustrates the tension between the speaker and her lover, which now also becomes tangible. I have, however, two objections to Lady Rae's present poetry: first, and foremost, there is just not enough of it; and second, its brilliance overwhelms me so much that I am at a loss for words (like some freshman in a literature class) to describe my response. She will know that my two objections are only disguised admiration for her exquisite literary talent. Like a Chopin Impromptu, the casual, conversational tone of her poem distracts the reader from the tremendous internal mechanisms of each poem, and the verbal brilliance by which she puts those mechanisms into motion. Il miglior fabbro, said Dante, meaning, The Better Maker (of poems); with his words, I applaud and offer my homage to Lady Rae.
Starward
Foremost, I would like to thank you for the critiques to my poem. On second hand, I would also like to say, that this poem has helped me in so many ways. I was once in an abusive relationship, and this poem, I cannot say how, has helped me to learn, that not all guys are like that. There are some men out there, who are deep. Their wives, who love them, not because they are threatened, but because the husbands opened up to them. I have learned in a way, as I said before, I do not know how, by reading this poem. Great work.... And... Thanks.
-Cass