Unclothed we come into this world, possession-less, alone, The odyssey to reach each goal acquaints us with new pain, Each stumbling block, despite the odds, becomes a stepping stone, And … Continue reading
The two things that intrigue me most about this poem: The shifting I, and the nature of the wreck. Somehow they intertwine in my mind, one being necessary to … Continue reading
I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. . . . the thing I came for: the wreck and not the story of the … Continue reading
On the one hand: there are eleven lines of business-speak in dry, accusatory accounting. A deal has gone awry. The narrator points a finger to “you.” On the other hand: … Continue reading
Sycamore leaves — this is the first year I have ever seen leaves still on the trees at the end of November here. The leaves were scanned on a flat-bed … Continue reading
This poem strikes me as an example of the process many of us go through in accepting when bad things happen that feel out of our control. First, the speaker … Continue reading
I’m very caught up in the evening/darkness imagery of the poem. Vespers is the evening prayer in the liturgy of the hours. (Someday, remind me to tell you of my … Continue reading
I think that a certain mode of interaction with divinity is at work in this poem. Louise Glück’s “Vespers” takes me to some parables, in particular those where a landlord … Continue reading
Our first poem for close reading and discussion is “Vespers” by Louise Glück. Here we have what seems to be not so much a prayer–Vespers is an evening prayer service– … Continue reading
This is just a sample post to test it out. Here is a link to Wallace Stevens’ poem Lunar Paraphrase: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23211
The Suburbia theme will display a featured image over your post. The featured image needs to be at least 350 x 248. (Note: a 4 x3 aspect ratio would … Continue reading