That poem's always stuck with me. Probably 'cause I had to memorize it for class. Or because the imagery of motion and the dramatic contrasts and doomdoomdoom...
One of those is surely the reason.
Heh. I have this image of Angel now as his own closed system, he's so prone to fall into himself and just remain there. And then he starts to reach out, only then he falls into himself and he drags the people closest to him into his drama. Angel as the tidal wave. Or quicksand.
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Date: 2011-03-31 09:17 am (UTC)One of those is surely the reason.
Heh. I have this image of Angel now as his own closed system, he's so prone to fall into himself and just remain there. And then he starts to reach out, only then he falls into himself and he drags the people closest to him into his drama. Angel as the tidal wave. Or quicksand.
Where as Buffy is the eye of the storm.