It got deleted. Will you rebel and read?

The challenge I have in reading what Elaine P charmingly calls your `esoteric love/hate poems' is that the pion they depict is altogether more Greek than Elizabethan, in the same sense that Edmund in King Lear is vexing, for his supernatural, and indeed supertextual, relationship with the force he calls `Nature;' this force, even Shakespeare, in a voice closer to his own than Edmund's, renounces in Julius Caesar (`not in our stars, but in ourselves'). In the third stanza of this poem's crocodile plea of unworthiness, I find-- paradoxically-- a psychologically vivid opacity of character. Yet, this opacity seems altogether more credible when the Eumenides are blamed, than magazines. I feel this is a much more supine relationship to society than the punning second stanza takes (`cohabitant with rage'), yet the tone of the third stanza seems altogether too battered to entertain its prior urbane distance, as Hamlet does throughout, for instance, very much in contradistinction to Lear.