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Friday, 30 October 2009


I like it very much too, especially the two first verses; the "magic of my woods" is suggesting that he is enveloped in his own inner landscape and in his thoughts.
I am not sure he literally hates the girl, but since he is daydreaming and he thinks he is about to "find soon in the silence the hidden key of all that had hurt and puzzled" him - and who wouldn't want that, she is clearly disturbing him and spoiling a very special moment with "flat platitudes". The poem is about how someone you love can upset you thoroughly because the both of you are not in the same mood.
It is a very evocative poem - though slightly turgid, I admit - and at the same time, it deals with a very mundane issue that all lovers have to face sooner or later.

I have also read carefully your review of Logue's Iliad, but I can't say more about it, not knowing the book of course. Nonetheless, I rather feel that Homer could have approved a phrase "blood like a car wash", it is very Homer-like - how very awful and dreadful the scene though.
Wishing you a nice week end, Mr Bagshaw.

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