Saturday, November 19, 2005

Week 8 post 1

SnowDrops
by: Louise Gluck

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring-

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

The poem is written simply and doesn't have complicated words, but the meaning behind the words are complicated and intense. The speaker is a flower and is talking about the event of harsh conditions and being able to survive it. The speaker asks the audience if they know what it feels like to go through pain and almost dying in the figurative sense, and compares it to winter. Winter is thought to be a time where everything is covered and all the animals are hiding for the season. There is no life in the winter. For the plant to be able to go through such harsh conditions and still be able to survive. The plant describes the feeling of being able to come back from such a desolate place and feel alive again. There is so much joy but it is said in such a monotone way that it is hard for the reader to get that feeling at the first reading. The last few lines of the poem really make the poem come together. All the emotions and feelings of what it is like to come to a new place is expressed. JOy for being there, caution for being somewhere new and scared for doing something different. The raw wind of the new world makes it seem like it really is a new beginning.

3 Comments:

Blogger Michael Overton said...

I like the images that the author writes about the flower survives the winter. The poem gives hope to readers as they feel that they can overcome any obstacles just as the flower overcame winter.

10:09 PM  
Blogger Sevanna Isanians said...

Ilove the images as well. I like this book because it brings forth a different perspective on the way we view life and the relationships in it. It also embodies how fragile life can really be.

11:39 PM  
Blogger John Park said...

This poem made me sympathize with the dying flower. I like the way the author describes the difficult life of a flower in winter, and how it must suffer in the cold temperature, while buried under all that snow.

11:52 AM  

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