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I shall not tell you Aaron at eight
Somewhere we walk in the yellow grass; The sky huge, but our feet owning each step. Somewhere we hear the shorebird’s cry From a beach in Africa we never left. Somewhere we are shaman, warrior, gatherer, Women and men intimate with our past. No, I shall not tell you Aaron at eight What at eight you simply feel On your lawn at dusk when you throw a bottle rocket With a warrior’s grace -- and hard at the moon.
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Nice; a good poem. The trouble is that in these days of war and violence, it "Tolls the knell of parting day"
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On the other hand, I think the future is ambiguous in the poem. He could be throwing nuclear missiles, or moon rockets: either one. Destruction or Exploration. But which is it? I certainly don't know, but the more I read the poem, the more I think it could be either. Maybe even both. I wish I knew the meaning of my own poems, Michel, but the poems don't come from my conscious mind. Thank you for your comments! I think they're quite insightful.
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![]() It is excellent; I agree with the ambiguous meaning. The way I read it, it might have been any of the cases you have just pointed out, but also could apply to stone age man chucking stones at his enemy. It's a great piece of work though; if it comes from your subconscious, the present situation as reguard guerilla warfare is obviously bothering you (which is perfectly natural). The phrase you used amused me; because I often find that I have forgotten from where the idea came in a pieve of writing. But we are in good company: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.or.../05/index.html Quote:
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Do you write poetry, Michel?
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I liked it too Phil. I like the personification in it and how you explained it in later posts. Phil If I might make a suggestion. I started posting my stuff on allpoetry.com I like that place and looked at a bunch of others which I talk about on my journal enteries alot last month. Maybe you could put your stuff on a place like that?
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I would be delighted if you would post some of your poetry here! What do you say?
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Then I came back from where I'd been. My room, it looked the same - but there was nothing left between The Nameless and the name. - Leonard Cohen. |