Tomorrow Is October For Me Too

[Philatone]

I put you in a sacred cup.
Like a child, I whine,
And cry,
For you.
Not old enough to drink:
To see into the eyes of a woman,
Grown, with pain.
What she tells me I cannot understand.

...the contrast between the first and second line (one of authority vs. one of weakness in a way) really disrupted me, which may or may not be bad. The "you" is puzzling me

But I can understand well enough.
I am as young in pain as the child
They will not take to drink;
A pain as fresh, as the dead leaves each year, ....great line
After a glorious summer seen from the inside out.
Yes, from inside.
...who is "the child"? is it a specific one or a general, abstract one? who is the they? these characters are getting to be a burden of sorts

Because, I am the summer,
The sea;
The autumn, and its goblin's veil;
I am winter's cozy nook;
And springtime's drip Of Saviour's blood.
...this is the stanza that leaves me on an island. it feels distinct and separate from the rest and its meaning eludes me

I am the child that lies within—
That even memories can't save
From the crooked spine
Of your blindness' path....for all of the images used previously, this line was a bit of a let-down. it was abstract when i needed something i could connect to
And you won't come to play with me.