I am assessing the size of your eyes, and the magnificence of each, the crevices of your earlobes, the shape of your nose, the way it gorgeously sits on your face, the curves of your lips, your beautifully-sculpted cheeks, the way your tongue dances in your mouth as you speak.
“Yes, I’m listening to you.”
Every part of you, every detail of you,
but I cannot hear a thing.
He fell in love with her; she possessed him. He said things he would never say and wrote things he would never write. He saw things he would never see and did things he would never do. He shivered, he cried, he sang for her, and when the trance was over, he was really weak. ‘What on earth just happened? What the hell came over me?”
Primavera, 24×24, oil on panel by Richard J Demato
He dug so perfectly well and worked very hard, but as soon as he came to the water of life, he went from being so good to being very bad. He took to his heels as fast as he could, and lost the nourishment that all his work was supposed to bring. Isn’t it unfortunate that a well-digger is dying of thirst because of his fear of water?
Brief Analysis: When a man hops from woman to woman, he lives a very empty, unfulfilled life. “Digging through a well” is used as a metaphor for having sex in this short poem. It’d be silly, of course, or stupid, to think that is all a woman- a whole magnificent being- is good for. If you are lucky enough to get a woman who loves you and is willing to be and stay with you, it’d be unfortunate to not appreciate that, and recognize that with her by your side, there is nothing you can’t do.
The only way to be a man is to not be human. Don’t cry; be sad, but don’t say why. Don’t feel; hurting someone is the best way to heal. Don’t express yourself when you do feel, and if you must, do it with clenched fists.
The only way to be seen as strong is to insist that you’re never wrong, and if a woman isn’t under your absolute control, you can’t be a man on your own- you can’t possibly be whole.