"Peaceful" wills the homeless heart.
Towards soft essence then tearful part.
Hold close once more a sigh so sweet,
An open door, a steady beat.
Lose you again takes years to do,
The road will bend our love so true.
A swell of faith or mind of fear,
Both for souls sake, both cause tears.
To touch once more would be divine,
So on the floor I'd crawl to find.
This door may come, but enter my choice.
For where I'm from, death is the voice.
Take hands to lead and arms to pray,
A hunger to feed, but - love stay away.
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Your poems are always great!!! My favorite lines are "This door may come, but enter my choice./From where I'm from, death is the voice." (11-12). I interepreted line 11 as the speaker saying that encountering his or her past love could come true again. I thought it to be a past love because of the speaker wanting to "touch once more" (9). However, I think the speaker wants this past love to have changed in some way because of "but enter my choice," meaning that this past love has to be up to the speaker's standards. However, I thought line 12 was interesting because of the "death" mentioned. I think the line could mean that if the lover comes back without having changed, then the results could be deadly or it could just be the speaker acknowledging that things have gone wrong in the past relationship and the voice of death has been the result.
ReplyDeleteSo, I'm not sure how correct my interpretation is, but I do appreciate the poem. Forgive me if it is incorrect!!
I loved your response! Honestly, there were a lot of messages I was trying to convey, but I really like people's own interpretation. It really correlates to my original post "What We Want". It's main point is to show how complicated love is and how it can be "deadly" or painful. But from there, by all means take whatever you can from it.
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ReplyDeleteAh, love. Last week as I sat around reading some of Keats’ poetry, I also read his letter to Fanny Brawne in our textbook; I had to read more! Reading through one of his letters to his “Bright Star,” these lines particularly stood out to me:
ReplyDeleteI have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your Loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. I hate the world: it batters too much the wings of my self-will, and would I could take a sweet poison from your lips to send me out of it. From no others would I take it.
These lines reminded me of this poem because one would not think to write about feelings of love alongside references to death. And while Keats refers to both love and death as luxuries, I’m willing to argue that the feelings typically associated with death and love could be switched. Obviously there are different types and intensities of “love,” but regardless of what form “love” comes in, it—like our ability to reflect—consumes us, bounds us, blinds us. Sounds fairly pessimistic…I know, but just go with it. What most consider love spurs feelings of dependence that distracts a person from his or her personal endeavors, a reduction of the self. Referring to one of my Apocalyptic post in regards to Lacan’s “Mirror Stage” essay, I wrote:
Love serves as the excuse to abandon our journey towards the Ideal-I because we take an undefinable idea in order to avoid something unattainable. Everyday you come across people using love as the reason for their behaviors as if it is THE ultimate excuse. Love seems to never be questioned, so naturally it would be the means to sever ourselves from this constant pressure to fulfill the requirements, that which we can never reach, set forth by this Ideal-I. A cultural concept, love takes a variety of idealized forms. Perhaps man created the concept of love to prove his capabilities of producing an ideal because he himself cannot reach the ideal set forth by nature.
On the other hand, death represents an idea that liberates us from our “mind forg’d manacles.”