La Diada de Sant Jordi

THIS IS NOT CRITIC.

INTERPRETATION (from the lower brain):

If the rose is a %#^# and the petals are (#*# then your love gave you a )#($ while you walk around town. That sounds like a interesting night. Provided its late enough. The last lines can be understood in a million ways. Men might view it as a sheltering from the burdens of a deeper more dependent relationship. Women might view it as secret keeping or simply holding back. I might be viewed as a asshole for stereotyping genders. Good Stuff.

I usually don’t spend as much time as I did with this poem thinking about it, which I hope you take as a sincere compliment. You have a gift with language, much in abundance with this love poem. Speaking of which, I confess a bias which is that in a love poem I believe there ought to be a balance between the lover and the loved, that being the nature of love. I agree with the earlier comment there was too much emphasis upon the “I” in the poem and not enough about “her,” except possibly the last line and “perfect fingers,” neither of which told me much about her. I was left wondering if it was all one sided. That may have been your intention, but I believe that emotion too could have been heightened if she had swayed with the music, strolled lithely in taffeta (assuming April is warm enough there), or lifted the curve in her skirt to her thigh while you were reading Quijote.

Un cinco de otro modo

The last three lines are the most tender and in my opinion, the best in the poem- although it seems to me that "book of my poetry" might work, better- you would not have the "poem" repeated. I have been down this road, metaphorically and literally and can relate.

"her head light on my thigh as a lily

slowly closing into night. "

I enjoyed this image. I have found it easier to read similies when the two things being compared are not separated by external objects or descriptions. Curious: why have "my thigh" in between "head as light as a lily." Her head on my thigh light as a lily slowly closing into night. Or On my thigh, her head light as a lily.....Just something to consider. Surely not a rule, just something I have noticed to work

The ending, last three lines and the preceding "I want", is awful (awwwwful :-). Let's pretend that it's not there.

Then we get a decent poem, especially to an naive eye, or if you don't read it second time. This poem has well known elements, sewn with a thick thread, the composition is... oh, well, so be it.

There is way too much "I"+"my", thus creating the heavy feeling of the lyrical subject celebrating himself. Especially with that unpleasant blood (something that works well in other poems but not here, here it is completely out of place). This text was supposed to be romantic, but it turned out to be egocentric. It has a wrong focus.

There are also tactical (concrete, detailed) blemishes like "perfect fingers" and the silly and naive phrase "so I can imagine it".

The ending (let's agree that it is the ending :-)

"her head light on my thigh as a lily

slowly closing into night."

is pretty, pretty nice. It would make a good ending. (It gives one more reason for removal of the remaining text--the actual ending destroys the effect of this section, as we get one book, then another, and that's too much, it's a poor composition again).

To summarize: we get some nice, exotic ingredients, some promise of skills, we do not get anything original; and I feel that the poem was written without any intensity by an author who relies on his ability and experience, who believes that he can pull if off just like that. Not this time.

....and let me feed you Paella. This is swoon-worthy, you seductor, you.

Bien hecho, pienso I' m en amor.

Tess