LXX THE BODY grows outside,-- The more convenient way,-- That if the spirit like to hide, Its temple stands alway Ajar, secure, inviting; It never did betray The soul that asked its shelter In timid honesty. |
Part Three: Love XX I HAVE no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. Editors have been placing this poem into LOVE category. But I don't think it is (only) about exalted romantic love, it is an existential poem. It is about being alone in your own universe and reaching out, trusting to get a new unthinkable perspactive. And about recognition of other's universe. |
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