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Hi Cameron,
You’re back in Goya blackness again. To say you’re channeling his darkness/angst is an understatement. You have devoured it.
I read this poem first without noticing it was an ekphrasis. It gave me a torturous feeling. I empathized with the N. I puzzled over it. There is some mystery in it. It felt (and still feels) near-impenetrable. Then I noticed the thread title and that it was a love poem and skimmed it to see where I could find love. Then I clicked on the link and things do now begin to fall in place, but I’m still not finding the love. My hunch is that it is hiding and it will all come down to the dog. I look forward to it.
Right from the top you dive directly into darkness at the thought of love, so there is a strong current of something uncomfortable about this love. The opening line is hard for me to parse. Is it the “you” (lover?) that is speaking coldly? Or is the N? I may be being thick-headed about parsing it, but it’s the placement of the word “coldly” that is tripping me up. It may come clearer with another reading or two…
Someone will come along and shed more light than I can on this at the moment. I should give it more time before saying any more. It will be an adventure, I’m sure of it.
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