This attempt to reach love outside of the realm of the physical becomes, however, a dangerous task. The flurry of figurative language and metaphor are bound to confuse the notion of love. In a wonderful poem, Mr. Robert Graves himself take s on the ambitious task of attempting to pin down love by circuitously pinpointing its symptoms. In a darkened room. I m obviously being too literal, but it helps show how writing this sensation is impossible.
Literal description ends up inevitably superceded by the figurative realm.
The more upon which it is expounded, the more I flip through my worn anthology of love poetry, the more various shades of love come into p lay. I, too, in writing this piece, am complicating the already abstruse quality of love. I am helping no one. Strangely, if we set aside the notion of love as something that must be intensely spiritual and move back towards the equation of love with physicality, we find a much more straightforward, coherent narrative. We will also find ourselves curiously transported to the island of Lesbos.