I'm not a poetry person so I tend to be put off by rhyme schemes, but I found the '-owers' rhyme continuing was refreshing and made up for being a bit put off by 'your youth your youth'. Its not bad necessarily I just think something else would have more impact, especially compared to how righteous and effective the line 'let time not possess those powers' is. I also felt 'Be not shy, and save a sigh' were weak in a similar way, like a strange flagging just before you have your strongest punch come in
sorry, Im not used to critiquing, especially poetry.
this is maybe out of place, but here's a poem that acts as preface for a chapter/session/piece/whatever of my scifi story
2.1: Memories of a Sorcerer, I
‘A becoming animal always involves the pack, a band, the population, a peopling
in short, a multiplicity, the multiplicity
yes a double'
‘ we are not interested in characteristics. That that does interest us, when it does as, of course, and if it does, are expansion, modes thereof,
propagation, occupation'
modes of contagion, people'
‘… not as the chimp at war or the fish adrift alone, but the troop of monkeys, the school of fish,
navigating.'
according to her variable becoming and ephemeral being'
according to her variables, her relations and locations of becoming'
‘… '… to know that he is no longer a definite being distinguished from other beings, nor from all the becoming running through us'
that is'
that nameless white summit,
of Ice, agony and dread.'
the nameless summit of Agony and Death.'
the nameless summit of Agony and Dread'
where dreadwraiths of the ancien regime and their spectres today draw their power'
‘the wolf-Man that bares his teeth at us bearing arms around him,
and the wolves several in number
and the wolves several in number and the forgotten wives indoors.’ [poem]
and the wolves several in number, like so many wives in time, baring theirs at his'
and the forgotten Wives of Time, who bar the shutters, against the winds that are not wind.’ [ballad1, local916.]
[ooc:] ‘… not, pity but unnatural participation, unnatural nuptials against the will of space, the clever wights behind a million suicides, for every star and it again, a trillion homicides, parricides, and copulations and divorcements.
‘[…] any habitual is a necromancy. The habitual gaze is the strongest necromancy. It is the strongest rite, the strictest weapon, it is the Judge and all ten emperors.
And now, at the cold midnight that follows the age of man in the stars, it has achieved
its prescribed destiny and final home in the lunar phases'
access to and control of all moons as gates for the hunt, twice per the course of their respective cycles'
the ensured annihilation of women, human, animal, and all, as well.'
-Super Urizl, the poet-tyrant
frogive me for the deleuze i plan to change it