by DawnJ
A touch of pain does nothing but destroy; it's just a myth that suffering builds character.
I'll admit to not being totally sure about the intricacy involved in the interplay between pain and ectasy as indicated (or merely hinted) in stanza 4. But perhaps that's what I liked most in this poem, namely the possibility that the complaint is not only made by a victim to external fate but also to to one's one's own un tamed heart...