This is a wrenching poem. It was emotionally painful to write, I'm sure, but this pain is the other side of the joy of love
and so it also asserts the wonder of love. There is a fierce concentration on the image of the beloved because the beloved's presence is no longer guaranteed. I recall a 60s song: IF YOU CANT BE WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE, LOVE THE ONE YOURE WITH. What an unworthy view of love! As if lovers are interchangeable. Your poem asserts the truth of love in all of its rigor and fidelity - yes, fidelity is at the heart of your poem - and this is how love makes us better human beings. Despite the pain, this poem is triumphant!
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This is a wrenching poem. It was emotionally painful to write, I'm sure, but this pain is the other side of the joy of love and so it also asserts the wonder of love. There is a fierce concentration on the image of the beloved because the beloved's presence is no longer guaranteed. I recall a 60s song: IF YOU CANT BE WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE, LOVE THE ONE YOURE WITH. What an unworthy view of love! As if lovers are interchangeable. Your poem asserts the truth of love in all of its rigor and fidelity - yes, fidelity is at the heart of your poem - and this is how love makes us better human beings. Despite the pain, this poem is triumphant!