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For me, aloneness is not something you're all alone about--there is a whole brotherhood and sisterhood of aloneness out there -- there's an animal kingdom full of it. I read Darwin's Origin of the Species as but a longer ode to aloneness. Maybe, the entire enterprise of loving and cherishing, broken down to its basic elements, is mostly an act of solitude. Those moments, when we recognize that love is mostly an act solitude, can be the most painful of all.
It's only natural that we sometimes create utopian fictions "as others were" to signify some state of self-less love that others have....or used to have. Something that only Jesus or some other committed social activitist is capable of -- with believers believing and others asking what the prophet/activists was really committed to.
What we miss is being "loved" in/via the same way/measure/mode as if that other person was/is with us to see the world as "loved alone" as we do. We want lovers who can transcend their otherness--to see with us. Sometimes we feel that -- but only briefly since others who have loved us can be 'there', only briefly. I am getting at this line, in particular:
"...I've not seen what others often see."
The use of "often" is relative, fleeting, and is fraught with its own dangers. In love, we are just as capable of being, if not more often, self-deceived.
I love the existential brashness and honesty of this poem. Stripped down, the poem reminds me in glimpses of the man sleeping in the overture of Swann's Way, just as likely to be in love with darkness or with his own inner images: a magic chair or a magic lantern.
But there is more to that and this story...this poem is only the beginning.
Your poems come from somewhere and they tend to grow. I certainly look forward to seeing where you take the next one.
Peace, PLD.