Tender Beast

Erstwhile and anxious of breath,

While doubting and dividing

perception for merit and passion.

Subtly perfect with pointed phrases,

Perspectives of focus that warp

And weave what should not be whole

But was made so again. By you.


  1. That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
    And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
    That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
    A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
    Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
    Thou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her;
    And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
    Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
    If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,
    And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
    Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
    And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
    But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one;
    Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.

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      1. Woman’s inaccessibility was considered ideal at the time. But, here the traditions are parodied. Surprisingly, the poet needs to justify infidelity, a far more difficult task, because he was betrayed by the YOUTH, stealing his mistress. Lol, isn’t it magical?!

        I thought of it since it’s so witty, and beautiful, a seeming contrast to your poem and still on one level similar (ok yours is not humorous). I couldn’t help but wonder: who is weaving the web, the poet or his muse?

        What’s more, your ending is ambiguous. Is the poet happy or unhappy in this web? Is it real or imaginary? Could it have been but a dream?
        Shakespeare ends with a sound of sweet flattery, leaving a bitter aftertaste. It’s foolish self deception. The beloved has everything and the lover, the poet, must content himself with the shadow of a love.

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        1. It’s never ceases to amaze me how unique the human psyche for each that brings us to such varied impressions. I have not read not studied enough of Shakespeare’s poems, so I have to rely on other’s interpretations. My recent search didn’t show one that had the same person be the poet of youth.

          I am unable to see the ambiguity of anything I write, because I am too close to them. Thus, why what we write we lose when we publish.

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          1. Yes. I don’t say I’m right so don’t look at me. The truth is, there’s no right or wrong in art interpretation. We might all see sth different, which is amazing in itself.
            You, on the other had, do not have to interpret or analyze it. You feel it. You give it life. And by breathing life into it, you give us a piece of yourself. Hence, a very close relationship between the artist and the audience.

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