Monday, November 29, 2010

After reading two similar poems.

For Edna St. Vincent Millay

On the one page there is a poem for Jesus Christ. Opposite it a poem for Beethoven. For Christ pathetic love, for Beethoven rapture. It is salvageable--from the disguise of commitment in the former, disappointment.

From the opposite, the latter, an ecstasy owing to bluest sound, and no commitment at all.

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