We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
MY Love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair, Upon Impossibility.
Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown, But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
And yet I quickly might arrive Where my extended soul is fixed ; But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ; Their union would her ruin be, And her tyrannic power depose.
And therefore her decrees of steel Us as the distant poles have placed, (Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel), Not by themselves to be embraced,
Unless the giddy heaven fall, And earth some new convulsion tear. And, us to join, the world should all Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
As lines, so love's oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet: But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
Marvell was a diplomat and politician and, when younger, the personal secretary and friend to John Milton. During his lifetime, his satirical writings were more admired than his serious poetry. A mediocre bio here.
Quite perfect! If I were not so busy hunting, I wish that I had written it myself. Can't erase thoughts and feelings about that fellow Actaeon from my head....best keep moving, feelings aren't facts...with faithful hounds in attendance....but what a poem Marvell has written. One to memorize! Thank you Bird Dog. You can join my pack any day!