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A Gryphon such a metaphor for the mind! But my what mind boggling evasive imagery.

That's an excellent introduction. I may assume that feathers symbolize thoughts or emotions which no longer are stimulaed. "Definitions" for me has a connotation of something very realistic and grounded and well dull which seem to -stagnate the imagination-

Here I get the sense that this -ethereal remembrance- is of the metaphysical, spiritual nature that used to excite the imagination yet for some reason is now only caught in flashes of remembrance.

Thank goodness for a dictionary on that stanza!

The mind tries to solve its plauging riddles but for whatever reason can not(for the lack of facilities? or awareness?). The 1st stanza and the last stanza seem to directly relate.

 

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Malta was a frightening poem. What a contrast to "Ansara's Loom" and "Secret Book." Frightening in the judgments, "whore", and in the contradictions, the "Lady" seems to be readying for her own style of "repression" with violent consequence that goes well beyond book burning. I can relate to the poem on a personal level, and that makes it even more powerful. Very disturbing. Blech.

 

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First, I’ll apologize for reading the poem after I’d had a half bottle of Chardonnay. Never drink and post is a rule I occasionally break. This morning the meaning’s clearer and yes, the poem is much more subtle. I made some obvious errors: I thought the first stanza and ‘whore’ were referring to the person trying to enter the temple. That skewed the whole thing. And yeah, a host of my own experiences just heaved heavier reaction to the mistakes. Entering by force was lost completely. The reasonable request for humility before entering was lost. I’ve said a number of times that I’m glad, if someone gets anything from a poem I’ve attempted. Now I have some doubts. This morning the contradictions are gone.

Still, it’s a poem I’ll keep (if you don’t mind) and refer to in my thinking. While reading, I became the gate crasher. I’ve been considered a blight, hated, and hunted for being an example of what’s wrong with contemporary society. I’m a little defensive even when sober. And yes, the empowerment is good, and no, I can’t submit, but this has very little to do with gender. What has our civilization cost? What does it cost as we strive for normality in it? Heavy questions. The imagery was strong and quick (I should have slowed down.) Though still disturbing, this is the most intimate poem, for me, that I’ve read in a very, very long time. Thanks for posting it.

 

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Phone call is nicely versed and structured. I could definitely relate...

 

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Wow - amazing lines, so passionate, tempestuous. A great piece, so engaging.

 

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Lovely sylvan. Such vibrant imagery and word choice. The end made me sigh though.

 

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That's a beautiful poem and the ending blew me away!! I love watching the birdbath frenzy in my folk's garden and this evokes the feathered pantomime so well. Particularly fond of "honks and flapping" and "baptism anew". The grace of all things natural so elegantly observed!

 

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