It is the knowing that hurts,
cuts, and slices to the soul.
It is my gift, my curse.
This knowing before,
a word or thought,
is formed and delivered.
It is the knowing the hurts,
cuts, and slices to the soul.
It is the knowing that hurts,
cuts, and slices to the soul.
It is my gift, my curse.
This knowing before,
a word or thought,
is formed and delivered.
It is the knowing the hurts,
cuts, and slices to the soul.
“it is the knowing that hurts” is a great opening line (and a great homage to cassandra, especially if we think of Ovid’s Cassandra who promised sex to Apollo and didn’t keep up her side of the bargain)
I also like the subtle shift from the relative ‘that’ to the article “the” in the penultimate line–the contrast made me stop and think.
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I really love your comments… they help me see different aspects of my work. I have never had a chance to read Ovid, although it has always been on my list to read. I think a trip to the library is in order.
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Glad I could be helpful, in my non blogging life reading and writing on poetry is my job (kind of).
Ovid is an extremely playful and rich author. I am sure you’ll find his Metamorphoses enchanting.
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