Lunacy cries her pearls and diamonds for a city unknowing.
Catch her tears poet and drink deeply.
For beauty and pain-
As read through you-
Are one and the same.
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I don't think beauty and pain are the same. If I could paraphrase my second fave poet - "grace makes beauty out of painful(ugly) things."
I think painful and ugly things can be transformed into beautiful things, but there must be a transformation, they can not be the same.
Perhaps the rewrite, though unsatisfactory, will help to clarify the intent.
Well, satisfaction should never be sacrificed for clarity's sake. Our Irish friend would be the first to tell you that. People are still arguing about what "one" means. And I don' think any of them are right.
If its a question of Lunacy perceiving pain and beauty as one, then I can buy it as being unique to a character.
Ive been doing little exercises in my head trying to see how they could be the same and I cant quite get it to square up.
Pain and Pleasure are reactions to input, whether beautiful or ugly. Beauty can evoke either pain or pleasure, but it cannot equate beauty or pleasure.
Funny, in my little exercises I keep coming back to Bizarro Christianity.
I should make it clear that I am not the poet mentioned in this write...
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