tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post3080648886486477385..comments2024-03-29T00:07:13.458-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: "Why do I love" You, Sir?Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-6664125463535699692023-09-23T15:56:03.426-07:002023-09-23T15:56:03.426-07:00As Sewall suggested in the previous poem, ‘She dea...As Sewall suggested in the previous poem, ‘She dealt her pretty words like Blades ‘, my inclination is to replace “Sir” and “Sire” in ‘Why do I love You. Sir?’ with the name “Sue”. ED’s at her gender switching best. Whether Sue or Sire, Browning or Shakespeare, ED penned a love poem for the ages.Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-75503968376471463632023-05-18T14:28:39.337-07:002023-05-18T14:28:39.337-07:00So comforting this is to me. Who in hell really k...So comforting this is to me. Who in hell really knows where their heart is? Or the heart of their lover? Our hearts float in the sky, and nobody knows their destinations, including us. Only time will tell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-56910693599228068602020-09-02T05:27:49.523-07:002020-09-02T05:27:49.523-07:00You are a relief! There are some astonishingly ba...You are a relief! There are some astonishingly bad readings of this in the blogs, so thank you. Pphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01023162636086533197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-26120228836699634702019-04-11T07:39:34.221-07:002019-04-11T07:39:34.221-07:00so well said. I just want to say that there's ...so well said. I just want to say that there's someone out there (me) who considers the second stanza some of the most beautiful poetry she or anyone else has written. teasing, yes, and intimating, leading, the strange hanging "and" of the first line sounding like someone proceeding with love's trepidation and anticipation. So freaking gorgeous.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05003414508604889599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-10835864840280249542013-06-14T07:10:21.486-07:002013-06-14T07:10:21.486-07:00I take to be where the poet gives a little fond di...I take to be where the poet gives a little fond dig at Sir: The Wind understands its power over the little grass and so knows why it quivers. It consequently, and appropriately, does not make the grass explain itself. Then: YOU KNOW, TOO (so why do you ask me). The grass and I (small little things) don't know; that's just the way it is and the grass and I have the wisdom to know it.<br /><br />It sounds teasing to me. The last stanza softens the teasing and brings it back to loving and fond.Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-26922970571937381562013-06-13T22:57:13.248-07:002013-06-13T22:57:13.248-07:00I wonder what the second stanza means -- what it a...I wonder what the second stanza means -- what it adds to the poem. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com