This is one of the poems that you find yourself wondering if the pragmatic tone is really true. "No one worth possessing/Can be quite possessed." Such a deep line, yet, is it really true? The romantic bent says no, but the practical says yes. I appreciate the straight-forward message in this poem, especially the lines, "My young angry dear" and, "this truth, this hard and precious stone". Perhaps all of us should be taught the realities of life as opposed to believing in "magic" and "happily ever after". I think only with age and maturity does one realize possessing someone can never be.
also i like the simplicity of the ******** used in the poem.
thanx
_nomidya_