there I go again, pretending to be you

[devilsball]

Narrow paths my passions tread: Laughter rings there, sorrow cries; Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes, Thro' the leaves the woods have shed,   My sins like yellow mongrels slink; Uncouth hyenas, my hates complain

Comments

[liquid_topaz]

Hm. A bit more difficult than your average poem. Nothing we learned in Advanced Literature, to be sure.

The meaning doesn't nearly stand out so much as the personification of emotions and the pieces that make up humans, for better or for worse. Although perhaps therein lies the catch and the poem has less meaning and more symbolism of what passions and love and hatred can be. Sometimes that has more value than meaning itself. Especially as meaning can be ever so elusive to the average reader.

Intriguing, at least, although perhaps he is better appreciated as a playwright. Not everyone has Frost's eloquence and depth or Whitman's sense to turn stories to poetry simply by cutting lines off in the middle, but I digress.

[devilsball]

Interesting. Though you wouldn't be the first to think it. Nice to see someone capable of thinking - though I would remove Whitman from your list there. Nothing impressive. Frost however - yes.

Edward Cullen, nice to meet you.

[liquid_topaz]

Clearly it's not an uncommon opinion. Which should say a lot about poor Sir Maeterlinck. Notice how I never stated an overt opinion as to whether or not I liked Whitman. Interested poetry style, yes, although it's all a bit tedious and irritating for my taste. Frost is an absolute genius with words. I envy him.

You must be Mello. Pleasure is all mine.

[oopsdeadclan]

Taking the road less travelled by?

[liquid_topaz]

There's no true effort exerted without a few briers and brambles along the way.

I don't believe we've met yet.

[oopsdeadclan]

Indeed. Some paths are more overgrown than others. Far more satisfying to come out the other end, though.

No we haven't. Uchiha Itachi.

[liquid_topaz]

The sense of accomplishment after a few hours on a forgotten path is truly unique. Provided one manages to emerge at the other end.

Edward Cullen. A pleasure.

[oopsdeadclan]

That's the key, isn't it.

[liquid_topaz]

Indeed. If loss of the path doesn't get you. The creatures awaiting might.

[oopsdeadclan]

You sound like you might know something about those.

[liquid_topaz]

Perhaps. Personal experience requires it.

[oopsdeadclan]

Walk that path often then?

[liquid_topaz]

Hardly. You could say that I'm the creature waiting aside it.

[oopsdeadclan]

Suspected as much. Know the feeling.

[liquid_topaz]

Hm. Intriguing. And what shape does your creature take?

[devilsball]

I'm liking you even more. Overexposed and over appreciated, dear Whitman is.

I've heard interesting things about you, you know.