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My heart ached all the way: My heart ached all the way through this masterfully crafted account of one of my own worst nightmares. At some point many of us have to make these wrenching decisions. With tenderness, palpable agony and heart-melting images, I was taken back to my own babies' end-of-life ordeals when mercy was a "sharpened blade".   I've read many poems about pet deaths, but none that have focused so sharply on the excruciating dilemma of when to let go and few have had the shattering power and the devastating realism you wield with your exceptional talent. The eloquence is almost too beautiful to bear as it delivers a cyclone of unsparing pain.   An excellent, excellent portrayal of our human journey that is, for many of us, tethered tightly to our nonhuman friends. I want to cry and applaud at the same time.   Well done, fine Poet!

I am filled with gratitude: I am filled with gratitude and amazement by your stunning analysis that hit the mark with both precision and eloquence. That was exactly the effect I intended to evoke, and your vibrant insights confirmed it as only a true Poet can do. And you are a truly gifted Poet!   My regret is that I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to give your posts the attention they so greatly deserve, but I hope to remedy that soon.   Thank you immensely for taking the time to read (I mean, really read) and leave such resplendent footprints.  

The lasr fived lines of the: The lasr five lines of the poem are, in my opinion, the most important and also the poem's center of gravity, because they disclose  the reader to whom the poem's questions are addressed.  The Poet has adopted a kind of Socearic method in posing questions to the reader; or, you could also called it that catechetical method that the Early Christians used when preparing converts for full initiation into the Chyrch.      And this is appropriate because this poem, like her other poems, constitute an extended initiation into an awareness of the Cosmos.  When you read one of Patricia's poems, you are actually reading the content or subject matter of all of them.  In this aspect, she resembles Wallace Stevens, whose body of work was based on certain premises that alwaus kept the individual poems in line with his subject matter,  Patricia's style operates exactly like this.  And to paraphrase one of Stevens' recent critics---whose name I cannot recall just now--her Poetry demonstrates an astonishing amount of internal control and modulation.  Patricia's poems present the Cosmos itself, so internal control and modulation are absolutely necessary.  I believe this kind of approach to poetry began with Vergil---and Patricia is an inheritor of that vocation---to explain the Cosmos to itself.  

Thank you: This poem is full of wonder, awe, and a contemplative sense of introspection. The language used in the text evokes powerful imagery of transformation, emotional depth, and a sense of metaphysical exploration. The juxtaposition of concepts like anguish and Heaven, love and pain, and destruction and reconstruction all contribute to a rich emotional tapestry that suggests a journey of self-discovery and enlightenment. The imagery of rain gorging on sensual honeysuckle and wild grass and the idea of Truth as a crystalline door evokes a sense of magic and beauty in the face of profound experiences. Overall, it conveys a sense of mystery, longing, and a desire to transcend the ordinary in search of deeper understanding and connection with the world.

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