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.
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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