more about Anaïs Mitchell's Janet and Tam Lin

I had so much I wanted to say, and instead I merely went through the lyrics...

But here is what it is: it's the wildness of both of them, he, the wild shade, she, the fiercely independent girl.

Here's what I said to sovay :

Can't you just imagine Janet at home? Moody, sharp-tongued, full of undirected desires. And him--a mere conjuring, a mere echo. A self-proclaimed tutelary spirit of rose bushes that aren't his. But they find a way to come together. I find that so moving.

And I was saying to c...