09-25-2012, 09:45 AM
There seems to be an undercurrent of reality versus expectations going on in this poem which I enjoyed. The penultimate verse is my favourite; the narrator has spent so long perfecting her fantasy on paper that the real flesh-and-bone man doesn't compare. What could have been a self-indulgent piece becomes a surprisingly subtle poem. One grammatical thing: L1 of verse four should end with a comma, not a full stop. Thanks for the read
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe