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I loved her so much I fought for her, I bled for her, I would die for her. But you stole her heart Early in the morning By the gate that I Fought so valiantly for. My sweat and tears were no match For your crafty words, Your long soft hair, Your deep dark eyes, And your succulent lips With such a kiss That in times such as this she knows not where her mind is. While you burned her, She still praised you. While I cared for her, She drove me away. Today the King lives Wherever the king may be Riding on the mountain Or with his head in the tree. But her heart was detached From anything she desired. If it was desire she desired Then desire is her reward. But I cannot afford To loose her to you. I wept in the gateway after you were gone. She returned today Though you’ll never see dawn. Oh now my son Look what I’ve done. It should have been me. It should have been me. |
I like this peice. It was interesting how you incorporated Absalom and David into it. Although I am not entirely familiar with the story, the part of your work that sparked my interest the most: "While you burned her, She still praised you. While I cared for her, She drove me away." Whenever you used the pronoun 'her' and 'she' in the place for the kingdom, it reminded me of a woman that David lost to another person, Absalom, obviously. Good write. I think I will add it to my favorites. ~Steph. | Posted on 2007-12-27 00:00:00 | by xXCptn_SephyXx | [ Reply to This ] | I'm lost in this piece. The title invokes images of a wayward son fighting his father's empire, and may even reference Faulkner's rise and fall of the souther lifestyle, but then to read the poem--the only things that point toward the Biblical sense is the "King", "son", and "her" in the story. | I can sort of see the rape in there when you talk about her heart being detatched, but the love story is a bit off. You have incorporated one of my biggest pet peeves in this poem, as well. I absolutely hate seeing a word repeated over and over again. It's one thing if it works toward an artistic advantage, but the use of "desired" three times in such close proximity makes it seem as though your vocabulary is lacking. I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to read too much into it and coming short, but this poem seems to have missed the mark as far as its title is concerned. | Posted on 2007-12-24 00:00:00 | by I_Bleed_Ink | [ Reply to This ] | You say a lot and still stay vauge at the same | time. I can tell you have spent a lot time thinkin about this. And obiovusly the story behind it as well. It was a good wright. But as a wrigther I think you could use a little more practice. Keep it up Man! Joshua | Posted on 2007-12-24 00:00:00 | by oononotthatguy | [ Reply to This ] | I was trying to identify some reference to some well-known legend ... it's a tale that reads like one! Your metrical instinct or skill is extra special (something I always look for and don't often find!) ... so that it could be sung, free verse or not. | I want to bag one thing ... which you might not actually find important at all! The story told here sort of underlies the character's account of his feelings - the story isn't meant to be out front, I suppose? - but for readers, if they can't follow the story easily (without having to analyze and make deductions) then they don't love the poem so much. Perhaps the story in here is too obscure? Maybe on more stanza or a few altered lines could make the story more clear? That is because the story wasn't clear to me! But I've been meeting so many national and cultural differences about how to say stuff, on ES here, that I'd also go: well maybe I need to learn something, not you! | Posted on 2007-12-24 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ] | |