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How casually O Hara captures the elisions between one thought and another and the spontaneous contradictions of the moment! Finds the revelation of presence. You are here and I find my warrior soul speech…
The voice of the speaker gestures this way and that; a shrug of the vocal chords and away we go from the awkwardness of acknowledged love to the bathetic security of ‘plain scrambled eggs.’ Perhaps bathos in O’Connor’s witty world is more a philosophy of being? Somehow the final note of the poem engenders a note of tender acceptance and security. Our promises deliver differently and that is life! And it is and ‘and’ rather than a ‘but’…
I wonder if the ‘You’ who begins the poem as addressee ends the poem as addresser?
Carelessly wonderful. Smoky too…