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Holt Louque
(6/29/2009 4:11:00 AM) |
'Bliss can be as simple as a stolen kiss.'
HRL
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Michael Pruchnicki
(1/5/2009 10:02:00 AM) |
What is this obsession with 'forbidden love' some of you have? Teasdale's 'My Heart Is Heavy' refers to something other than forbidden love (or fruit) in the sense of an 'attracktive' (sic) feeling for another person. Where in the poem is the topic of forbidden love explicitly mentioned? Which line of the eight even implies such a reference? What does a 'stolen kiss' have to do with the speaker's heart being heavy with 'many a song /Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree'? Could there be something else the speaker is concerned with?
It seems to me that the poem is more a lament about frustrated ambition than about forbidden love. The speaker laments the heart being heavy with song, a trope often associated with the creative urge to express oneself in verse or in prose, too, for that matter. Glance at any writers magazine on sale at your local bookstore and you'll find at least several articles dealing with writer's block with instructions on how to remedy the ailment. Browse the shelves of a public library and you'll come across numerous volumes with titles like 'How Does A Poem Mean, ' and 'The Art of Fiction.' Most of us can agree that the urge to write begins with a feeling like 'a heart heavy with many a song, ' and that in truth the song does not belong to the poet until it has been written. Yet when the fruit falls (poem or story is written!) , in the dusk when moths come and go, as the poet writes, any reader may pick it up and consume its content. The poet herself was self-effacing in her own personal life, so perhaps the 'gray hour' refers to her shying away from the public venue!
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Teresa Dearing
(1/5/2009 8:31:00 AM) |
Sometime forbidden fruit is so..... attracktive, and sometimes the owner of the fruit just doesn't care. nice parlay between songs, fruit, and love. T
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Seema Aarella
(1/5/2008 3:41:00 AM) |
Absolute bliss...a poetic delight...complete satisfaction.
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Gombar Annamaria
(1/5/2008 2:10:00 AM) |
The agony of creation is mine...the sweet fruit of the creation belongs to everybody else but me...I'm giving everything I have to others while my soul remains empty...
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Anjalee Rukshna Waidyasekera
(1/5/2006 1:26:00 AM) |
'In the grey hour if the fruit has fallen, take it no one will know' Isn't it the destiny of a secret love! so poetic
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David Zvekic
(8/31/2005 12:09:00 AM) |
'My songs do not belong to me.' how melancholy and tragic. I love it.
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Herbert Nehrlich
(1/5/2005 7:49:00 PM) |
I think both previous correspondents can safely be counted among the fruits that would be discarded or left to rot.
H
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Lei Daiwei
(1/5/2005 10:17:00 AM) |
Wow, she's a rubbish poet. Really bad.
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