Is Tallanvor creepy?

[szilard]

Never been a big fan of T, but I'm reading right now The World's Most Treasured Love Poems (edited by Suheil Bushrui - strange selection, strange poems, strange (bad?) translations) and there is this poem on page 77-78:

 

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Maxamed Xaashi Dhamac ‘Gaarriye’: Passing Cloud

 

Setting sun
You're on the run:
Late afternoon
And gone so soon!
What are you scared of? What's the rush?
Is it the spears of light that shine
Back at you from rock and bush?
Is it the dark creeping up on you
Or bad news from the depths of night
That makes you want to hide your light?
Or is it this girl, more beautiful
Than rain in the season of drought, whose grace
Is greater by far than the subtle pace
Of a passing cloud when it's nudged by the wind?
When you and she exchanged glances just now,
It was you who grew pale, it was you who shrank
From the gleam in her eye and the glow of her smile.
Setting sun
You're on the run:
Late afternoon
And gone so soon!
Have you gone
To warn the moon
That she must face
This greater grace?
The roll of the clouds, the furl of the waves -
A sea of cloud stained purple and red,
The swing of her arms, the swing and the sway
Of her hips as she walks is just like the way
You sway and dip and the end of the day.
Now the clouds turn their backs on you.
They only have eyes for the eyes of the girl:
Eyes that launch love-darts, darts that sink
Into the flanks of the clouds and draw
Droplets of blood that stain the sky.
Setting sun
You're on the run:
Late afternoon
And gone so soon…
These are the lines
That seemed to fall
To hand when first
I saw the girl.
Now this is what
I most recall:
The way she reached up to gather fruit
Believing herself to be alone
Until she saw me there, wide-eyed,
As the wind read my mind and sent a gust
To part her dress and lay her breast
Bare for the space of an indrawn breath.
Ah, yes, I remember that…and the way
She caught at the cloth and fastened it,
Turning her face from mine, her eyes
Lowered, as if to say: No man
Has seen before what you saw today.

translator: David Harsent

 

Not a bad poem!

 

Now, adapting the last lines (of course, the whole poem can match to Morgase) onto M+T, I can fancy a situation, where Tallanvor sees into Morgase's soul, seeing something which was hidden so deep that "No man has seen before what you saw today", and he became so besotted with her.that he could not leave her side.

 

Or is he just a creep who can't take no for an answer, and will continue to persist after clear rejection has been made because he thinks that she will eventually give in? @ijustwanthatbody

 

 

Edited February 1, 2018 by szilard

[failemandarb]

I guess he could be considered a bit creepy if morgase's attraction to him wasn't made obvious to the reader.