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Eva Regina

April 24, 2011
By LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
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To spin Victors from such Foes--
From oafish Commoners and
Anarchists alike
To sleigh-- and present reddened dagger to
The Jest'
To bow to church Mouse from the pedestal and
Toss crown to hungry Market


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on Jul. 17 2011 at 10:52 am
LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
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 It isn't a silly question. :) Whenever I title my poems as names, it's usually because the name means something relevant to the poem. The meaning of the name Eva is "giver of life", and the meaning of the last name Regina is "queen".

on Jul. 16 2011 at 7:38 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

Oh, I'm glad you understood. :)

This may be a silly question, but what does the title "Eva Regina" mean?


on Jul. 16 2011 at 5:25 pm
LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
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Yes, that does mean something to me. I am so grateful that you are so drawn to my poetry! I'm often afraid I'll alienate readers with the way I write.

 

And don't be so sure that my thoughts are higher than yours! I think a lot, and it seems like you do too.


on Jul. 16 2011 at 2:10 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
40 articles 2 photos 1632 comments

Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

Your poetry, its beckoning is irresistable! Your language is so smooth and complex that I am left feeling that your thought is on a much higher level than mine own. All the same, it is a pleasure to do what little I can to try and understand it.

I very much like the contrast in this little poem, and how it nearly defies reason. The last two lines, especially, do a remarkable job of tearing down what is rigidly sensible to leave behind something infinitely greater. Does that mean anything to you?