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Enceinte' I would be outside the circles Time has made for thee. For me there is no need to guard, either gates or their keep Or to lie in toward the intense deny. For all that man fears most exists, he does not imagine a cobweb's breath, Without making the spider manifest. In finding the way of why, the curse of the compulsion awaits nearby. To grasp misdeed with thought not taken, makes the act just a little longer forsaken. You come to be what you dwell upon too long. The wafer and the cup of wine not excluded. Cortez found that matter well concluded On step stone altars adorned with blood grooves That did not tidy up near as well, as a tiny wafer and a golden cup wiped dry. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2006-10-30 00:15:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.81818
JCH....I have read this poem every day since you posted it...well almost every day. I know what enceinte means but it seems to hide inside this poem...which is my fault not yours. Knowing you...no, knowing your writings I believe you have a purpose for every word you write. Not to deceive but to make the reader ponder the meaning of your words. You have written some profound phrases that tease my senses but never completely show themselves to me.
For all that man fears most exists,
he does not imagine a cobweb's breath,
Without making the spider manifest.................these lines are beautiful and I think if I could hear you
speak them or was there when you wrote them I could get
inside your head. However, I have always believed the
the very things we fear the most don't come true. But the
next two lines do give me pause.
Will we ever know the way of why or will we act with compulsion without first thinking and therefore be longer forsaken? Do we really become what we dwell upon too long? Oh I hope not...some thoughts must be ours alone. I took the bread and wine today but I don't feel holy for doing so. The holiness is not in the cup rather it is inside of us...for the taking.
It is late and I should be sleeping but now you have made me think....you should be ashamed of yourself! I hope I haven't butuchered your poem...but you'll forgive me...cuz you love me!
Good night....Marilyn