from class  

Wednesday, February 15, 2006



Fabled
Faith

    You lie-
        in the dusky sweet slumber
            of an orange tinged afternoon.
The sun sets;
    gathering twilight and the
        songs of distant stars.
Shadow of a man-
        who rarely appears,
            until the darkness of moonrise.
    You're foreign in this light,
        a spirit,
            a ghost,
    better suited for my nights.
    I tentatively reach for you,
        and wait for the pink streaked
            signs of morning.

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2 comments: to “ from class

  • encephalophone
    Tuesday, February 28, 2006 at 9:48:00 AM CST  

    It's tasty. Orange and pink, light and dark... I'm not a huge fan of poetry because it intimidates me. This is the kind of poem I really like, actually. It's like a list of sensual, delicious words connected by prepositions.

    I'm not very good at interpreting poems, though. I'm thinking you see the moon at dusk instead of after dark and... you reach for it? Tentatively? All night? Are you a statue? Was this the poem for your class? What did they say about it?

  • ordinarygirl
    Tuesday, February 28, 2006 at 10:39:00 PM CST  

    Yes, it's from my creative writing class. I think the moon is appearing before sunset, which is jarring because the moon is supposed to be at night (thus the "foreign in this light"). The author said it was about a fantasy about a relationship.. desire for a relationship.. about wanting to make that real. The man in the moon also fit well in what the poem is about if you think about the moon appearing during the day and being foreign. How in our stereotypes of it, it should be associated with the night.

 

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