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morwen
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West Wind Romance
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Mar 27 23:58 UTC 2002 |
Sometimes, when I go out,
I meet Boreas,
My fickle lover,
And let him play with my hair.
He is so gentle and wonderful,
Like an excited child,
His attention turned
Now here
Now there;
Always in motion,
But never far away.
I let him whisper in my ear
Sweet nothings;
Let him caress my skin
And toss up the hem of my skirt
For a joke
Blowing me little kisses.
I don't mind that he does the same
To other women
And even to men.
He never goes any further than just teasing.
And, when I get tired of being teased,
I just go back inside.
~27 March 2002
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flem
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response 1 of 7:
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Mar 28 00:14 UTC 2002 |
You're getting noticeably better at this, morwen. :)
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jaklumen
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response 2 of 7:
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Mar 31 06:15 UTC 2002 |
well, she is practicing more, isn't she?
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morwen
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response 3 of 7:
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Apr 1 02:19 UTC 2002 |
<girlish giggle> thank you. I'm not entirely sure it is very good.
Can anyone tell me what they think it is about?
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jazz
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response 4 of 7:
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Apr 6 22:28 UTC 2002 |
I like it.
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flem
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response 5 of 7:
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Apr 8 21:22 UTC 2002 |
Okay, I'll bite. It seems to be comparing the wind to a lover. I just
noticed, though, that the title refers to the West wind, while the text refers
to Boreas, the North.
I've been slowly reading, for a while, a history of poetry in which the
author a(n apparently respected) critic, will occasionally say of a poet he
admires that their poetry cannot be paraphrased. In context, he seems to be
saying that their poetry is such a natural, appropriate statement of its
content that, if it were written down any other way, it would fail to say the
same thing as it does. The map-territory distinction seems to break down a
bit at these cases. I feel like this poem partakes of that nature, a bit.
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morwen
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response 6 of 7:
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Apr 10 06:56 UTC 2002 |
Sorry. I got him confused with Zephyrus. If you like, you can
replace Boreas with Zephyrus and the poem will still work.
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morwen
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response 7 of 7:
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Apr 10 06:57 UTC 2002 |
BTWE thanks for noticing. I wouldn't have noticed otherwise.
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