Tuesday, November 29, 2005

week 10 post 1

Sand
Patty Seyburn

It's not mine
but I should have seen it coming —
the gradual pulverizing — you know,
eventually it will all disappear,
as will you.
I did not mean for everything
to get smaller.
I did not mean for the rich, richer
and the poor, poorer,
nor for everything to be fair
though my translators
bandy about "justice" and "righteousness"
with abandon
as though words were meant to correlate to thoughts.
As though ideas matter.
And things matter.
Do dunes compensate?
I did not invent intent.
You did.
And the way indented footprints disappear
on the ocean's arrival?
That was yours, too.
How eloquent

I really like the title of this poem “sand” and the image I get from it. This poem has a lot to do with something that is being lost and minimized and I picture it like sand slowly slipping through my fingers. There is also another example of this at the end where you can picture footprints disappearing as the ocean waves wash it away. I think that this poem is about money and that the speaker of the poem had money, but lost it some way. The first line confuses me because if it was not the speakers then how did she have the power to change it. I also like how the poem finishes. “how eloquent” seems like a very elegant touch to put at the end. It also seems very stuck-up and that the speaker doesn’t really care about what has happened by the end of the poem. I wonder what the importance of sand has to do with this theme of disappearance.

2 Comments:

Blogger Matt said...

This is a nihilist poem. It seems as though nothing matters because like sand formations, everything disappears eventually. I think this is about more than just money money, but it is still hard to understand. This poem is far from eloquent.

1:55 PM  
Blogger John Park said...

I really like the theme of this poem. It made me think extensively about how everything is deteriorating all around us, even our own bodies. It's pretty depressing but it's true. It's only a matter of time before we all fade away, which ties back into the title. After reading the poem I think of Sand referring to sand in an hourglass, counting the seconds before we all go.

12:02 PM  

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