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By dragonflydancer Date: 2006 Jun 04 Comment on this Work [[2006.06.04.01.07.3004]] |
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I read something recently A man looking for his muse, His complement, perhaps his foil Do people still think like this? What would it feel like to inspire, Inspire the creative genius of man? Would she as Graves speculates' feel she was the "reason hairs stand on end, throats constrict, skin crawls and shivers run down spines '" when one writes or reads a true poem" that is an invocation of her, The White Goddess, The Muse Would such a woman be worthy of the title of Muse, encompass more than poetry? More than the creative arts? The original nine stand for nature, healing, music, celebration, fame, comedy, tragedy, astronomy and erotic expression. Could one person be all? As his complement, would she feel the perfection of making him whole? of being the yin to his yang, the moon to his sun, the dark to his light, the heart to his mind the utter and yet perfect balance. To be his foil' Like the precious metal, Against which the gem is set, To show its brilliance and sparkle. That supporting role who in contrast highlights all the main characters traits. But would someone complement her just as well? Fascinating, to think that someone Desires perfection in such a way as not to demean, but to celebrate. To adore her for the gifts she brings to his life, and the life she brings to his soul. A muse, a complement, and a foil' What woman could ever live up to that expectation? And what woman doesn't dream of trying to'. |