Reminds me of Coleridge's weird obsessional thing about Wordsworth and
Dorothy - he was convinced they were involved in some incestuous
affair...
I like the poem as well; it speaks to my present condition of domestic
compromise, the choices involved. Uninterrupted self-absorption turned
out to be stagnating for me: as much as I might sometimes resent the
demands of work, children and domestic partnership, it clearly isn't
the case that left to my own devices I can freely spin the straw of my
empty hours into gold. Better to have a life to live in.
Dominic
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