Carving Out the Measure of Devotion
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You hardly know the truth of passion till
You put it in the context of its doom.
It seems as hot as sun spots or the spill
Of lava like a roaring mountain’s bloom,
But when the passion thinks its death is near,
And judges its own nature in the light
Of that, the passion may seem more a smear
Than raw realities. It knows its might,
And doesn’t. Romeo does not know what
The audience in front of him can see.
To him the love seems huge but then the glut
Of it becomes a swallowed poison sea
When he gulps down that phial and Juliet
Stabs dagger point at watchers’ vast regret.