Sidney
Rogers 3rd
Song of Songs
I
would describe this as three things. Confusing, detailed, and what I imagine to
be romantic if I were to understand it. I related it to what I was talking
about in the Intro. How to describe something that cannot really be seen people
use other objects to describe it, as beautiful as a rose in bloom. Yet in this
poem, these metaphors made it even more confusing. Such as “My beloved is like
a gazelle, like a young stag”. Now if someone said that to me I wouldn’t know
whether or not to be flattered or appalled. “Your teeth are like a flock of
shorn ewes as they come up from the washing.” See I imagine a bunch of white
feathered emu’s by a water’s edge scrubbing their undies, so romantic.
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