Passion the enemy of love?
– Perhaps the most debatable of problems
in the tricky jungle mess of problems
when it comes to love and its intricacies
of problems, of which most can not be solved.
The passion is both the finale, climax, crisis,
the supreme manifestation and the evidence
of love's mortality and passing vanity.
It triumphs but must fade,
it is supreme in ecstasy, delight and wonder
but gives pain as well, remorse and guilt
and can not be survived without deep wounds.
It's never recommended, everyone is grave about it,
dissuading, warning and advising all against it,
and still everyone - without exception -
falls into the trap and usually gets stuck forever.
It's a comedy of tragic consequences
and a tragedy with comic outcome,
tragi-comedy and comic tragedy,
and it always leads into a mess.
Well, snakes do like it well in snake-pits,
while some virgins manage to evade the question,
while most people simply acquiesce, accept
and passively submit to constant battle,
which, as some observe with some relief,
is finally rewarded with some liberation,
the most natural escape and ultimate solution
to all problems, namely the simplicity of death.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-05 at 00:28
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