Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
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I ponder on it well! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A dilemma of love and hate, so well portrayed by the poet so nicely. 10++++
what a marvellous poem! thou will trust me when thou dost disgust me! Only a great master can create a poem like this!
Conflicting emotions expressed with greate intensity and choice of words.
The human emotion of love and hate philosophically told by the great poet.
Thoreau was a better writer of prose than of poetry. However, overall, he is one my most admired writers of all time. What I like much better than his poetry is a book of excerpts from his journal, rewritten in lines and preseted as found poetry: All Nature Is My Bride. If had simply written such poetry in his lifetime, he would have beaten Whitman at his own game. Thoreau's prose is very poetic, even the impromptu writings in his journals, from which these found poems are taken. What a master writer he was.
Mixed feelings of love and hate, I can relate to your feeling within this poem.
Strong mixed feels between love and hate, I can relate to. I thoroughly enjoyed the reading. Excellent.
I'm thinking his wife must have hogged the covers on that previous eve.... Quite a distillation of feelings in whatever relationship he pondered here..... Pleasantly presented in somewhat steady meter and the humor in his heart appears very loudly to me. I suspect Henry had a grand time divining this one.
i liked this one it says some thing. and it is really a dilema met by most hearts. check some of my poems
the dilema of a human heart.....the tragedy of loving a person inspite of being hurt the most by the same individual....hatred and love two sides of the same coin....u hatred and love are usually directly proportional...all these themes in one poem.....
Extreme love mixed with extreme hatred; the bipolar aspect of a stormy relation beautifully expressed through sublime verse.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me. No trust does not enter into this equation, hating to the point of annihilating, does not equate to sometimes against my will, / My dear friend, I love thee still. This is more than being of two minds, split personality cannot calm such volatile waters, such an on going love hate relationship of such intensity, would ultimately lead to the hate annihilating persona killing the beloved hated friend in one of the explosive hate cycles; thus killing the one loved, conflict solved in explosive emotive action.
Treason to love A sin to God Inevitable to love Against the will of protagonists Superb read......
The poet ponders that even if his love betrays him, he will still love her, rather indulge in pure impartial hate.
Awesome way to describe marriage