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Nocturne
Posted: 10 May 2004
Word Count: 56
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In a fearsome, searing night
Burns this sun of the season of lovers
As if in fee simple they hold
All the heat of the heart of the earth.
Blinded and deaf to all but passion
And sated by none but excess
Comes a crushing satiety
In a whimpering shudder
Then silence.
And pain.
And regret.
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 gard at 15:05 on 12 May 2004
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Hi LJ
I felt a somewhat biblical overtone initially..but then I was listening to the news ( not a digression) and I thought about it and maybe this piece could mean many things, all that is required is hedanism or need for instant gratification/power, or people succumbing to unhealthy desires/behaviours..many things actually. Though the use of "lovers" indicates this to be about two people succumbing to "lust" but then love can be and mean many things?
I really like the form you have used, the pauses, they really emphasises each of the last three phrases.
G
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 Nell at 07:45 on 14 May 2004
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Hi John,
There's a monumental feel to this poem, achieved with seemingly minimal means. I'd almost have thought it a response to Frost's Ice and Fire except that you've uploaded it to Poetry 11 rather than to the Poetry Seminar. One can't help wondering about the silence./And pain./And regret at the end. There's a truth here, and a warning too - of the danger of ignoring the spiritual side of love perhaps? Haunting.
Nell.
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The Walrus at 20:17 on 16 May 2004
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Two words I would use to describe this: judgmental and fearful. Not sure if this was your intention, but that's my take. Was intrigued by it.
The Walrus
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Epona Love at 13:04 on 07 June 2004
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Very interesting... and I guess that it is possible to read many forms of instant gratification into its meaning, like gard says... I really felt the emptiness at the end... The passion satisfied to leave them with nothing but pain and regret? It is a sad tale... Thinking about it, have they invested more into this than blind passion... to feel the pain? And to regrett might implie an expectation of something more than just passion????? I don't know, I think I'm just meandering. Either way the result seems to add up to a meaningless encounter, but perhaps something to be learn't. The poem has a wonderful dark feel to it, almost as tragic as Romeo and Juliette in its way...
Much enjoyed.
Emma, x.
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