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[Il Penseroso]

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[Il Penseroso]

The title is "Nest"

[Silas Thorne]

Wow! I'm not sure what interpretation to make from this, since each time I read the poem I get a new perspective on what it means to me. Maybe I'm 'touristing perspectives'. Anyway, excuse my ignorance, but I really wanted to comment on this wonderful and mysterious poem.

I've read the poem over and over, and I love the language you've used through the whole of it. Some of the lines really struck me:

'a blackened stick outthrust from
names. Veins that curve like a
shattered vase without a newer game.'

Just incredible use of language!

and those last two lines, terrific!

I've only just touched the surface, but I will come back to this poem again and again. It is a mystery I want to delve further into. Thank you for sharing this, and sorry I cannot grasp what you've intended. I perhaps glance too much at the surface of things, and find it difficult to get deep into them.

[Il Penseroso]

Thanks Silas.

I don't profess to be entirely clear on the meaning myself, though there are a few intended thematic concerns (mostly obvious).

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Also, I changed the last two lines and a few more things. Hope you don't disprove. :)

[Il Penseroso]

Last edit I think.

[Bar22do]

Oh my God! this is so vivid and so final - the lines:
"sand numbered
in seconds quivering
toward nil."
are exquisite...
Your poem shook me so deeply that it pains... a disaster took place somewhere inside me... your language is splendid and dense and I almost hear the shout (and see "The Shout"), it too in ashes...
I hesitate to say 'thank you', but am astounded --

[qimissung]

Yes, the images are powerful...I especially love "scattered nerves and abstract napes...", the whole second stanze and of course, the last two lines.