I wish to register agreement with your subjective appraisal, Rose, and even more emphatically. The points which bother you a little don't trouble me in the least. Conveyed by the sestet is a frantic, a nearly desperate impluse to rescue, at almost any risk, the tragic figure pictured so dramatically in the octet.
In poetry as in life, I hold with Søren Kirkegård who wrote that subjectivity is the only truth. For me, the emotional impact of this poem is unmitigated. I don't care how it complies with or varies from tenets of form which might influence an objectively-minded critic in judging its success or failure. It succeeds powerfully.
G/W
[This message has been edited by Golias (edited May 07, 2008).]
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