Mylie
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We discussed this in a thread once (I can't remember which...) and I thought it would be interesting to have a separate thread for it.
I'm reading the book these days and the more I read, the more I feel like this is such perfect poetry for Bangel, with the themes of first love, loneliness and death. I also read a bit about Elizabeth Barrett Browning and I can't help but see parallels between her situation and Angel's, especially the whole falling in love and it making them feel alive, etc.
When we discussed it in the other thread, I was obsessed with how perfect the first sonnet was. But I just read Sonnet VI and it also reminds me of Bangel :
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore, ..
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes, the tears of two.
I'm reading the book these days and the more I read, the more I feel like this is such perfect poetry for Bangel, with the themes of first love, loneliness and death. I also read a bit about Elizabeth Barrett Browning and I can't help but see parallels between her situation and Angel's, especially the whole falling in love and it making them feel alive, etc.
When we discussed it in the other thread, I was obsessed with how perfect the first sonnet was. But I just read Sonnet VI and it also reminds me of Bangel :
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore, ..
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes, the tears of two.
Grace
Art! https://taaroko.deviantart.com/art/VI-Doom-Takes-to-Part-Us-118882304
