Beside the unique beauty of these Cave's "simply love" songs, two things puzzle me:
How does his grief and longing transform in outbreak of her kisses, in the rain metaphor? Poetic freedom, sure, but somehow I feel like something is missing. Usually on my part with this author...
Then there is sorrowful understanding that the emotions are not mutual, and the letter can't fix what was not the cause of her scuttle: "all who'll come before me". Now, what about "slowly fading forms"? I just can't make anything from it...
Please, help me deepen this already strong and gentle audio memory of someone, thanks.
Beside the unique beauty of these Cave's "simply love" songs, two things puzzle me: How does his grief and longing transform in outbreak of her kisses, in the rain metaphor? Poetic freedom, sure, but somehow I feel like something is missing. Usually on my part with this author... Then there is sorrowful understanding that the emotions are not mutual, and the letter can't fix what was not the cause of her scuttle: "all who'll come before me". Now, what about "slowly fading forms"? I just can't make anything from it... Please, help me deepen this already strong and gentle audio memory of someone, thanks.