Bacchanalians Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Bacchanalians
Garland on head
In place.
Your hands dainty
Delicate
On the Capitol
Will crown me.
For in the throes
Of the wine-drinking
My soul of verses
Find I
Rising:
The anguish in
The Inner Soul
Produces.
I,
The Bacchanalian
Crowned and green.
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: soul mate
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4/16/2024 4:16:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
THE ANGUISH IN THE INNER SOUL - This is the real focus of your poem. The poem celebrates the crowning of an initiate with the laurel crown of the Bacchanalian reveller, and three things become one through this ceremony: wine drinking, poetry reciting and anguish of soul. I do believe this anguish is not meant to be seen as sadness or depression. Quite the opposite: a human being is crushed under the weight of sharing Bacchus's divine existence.His limited human status is being stretched to accomodate the divine spirit. Eventually he will settle into his new being, and the anguish will replaced by joy.