Original poem reprinted online here: "Mercury Dressing" by J.D. McClatchy Originally read: December 18, 2012 More information about the Poet: J.D. McClatchy So after reading this poem a couple more times, I still don't completely understand it -- "until I feel him deep inside" is that metaphorical? "His hooded sex its counterpart" -- the line sounds nice but logically what is the counterpart for hooded sex...unhooded sex? Also, does it matter if I understand everything in this poem? The poem is structured like an italian sonnet, but it's in octameter instead of pentameter. The "question" posed in the octave is whether the speaker is able to keep this "Mercury" or actually touch it. The "answer" in the sestet is the speaker can't but he feels his Mercury "deep inside," -- a feeling that never leaves. Why do I get a sense that this poem is "coded" for an encounter? Why do I get this sense th...
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