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I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
"Loving is like loving a very luxurious car.. mercedes muffler, it depends on how you take care of it."
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Posted by rytmitz on 2007-09-12 18:45:46 | Rating: | Views: 324
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hi seetie..i like it..really..hmm
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Posted by yhaz
on 2007-09-12 23:55:28
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thanks...
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Posted by rytmitz
on 2007-09-13 23:51:20
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Great poem.
I love the allusion to his eyesight being taken away - love is blind and don't he know it?
He says "my life and all seemed turned to clay" -- the most enthusiastic Romantic critics will enjoy the overt reference to Blake's Clod and the Pebble. The clay - "trodden by the cattle's feet" - is subservient, and attracted to the sadist. Clare redefines the metaphor, somewhat, by escaping the idea that the masochist is attracted to the sadist, and simply articulates the pain and the intensity of loving agianst possibility.
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Posted by mikey1
on 2008-05-12 13:35:29
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