The coming of wisdom with time

Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

This poem, whether it be an about reference to the spirituality of Christianity
or is merely suggesting that death is the ultimate truth, is a brief quartet which explores
the theme of spiritual belonging to something more.  From a Christian standpoint, spirits can
all be looked at as the leaves that are many which can only exist by their creator to which
they belong, the roots or ultimately God.  It is being suggested that though their are many
spirits, we are all bound to each other by and belong to the same god.  The second line of the poem
"Through all the lying days of my youth" is the common story between man.  It is the story of man
looking back on his life with regret because of "lying" time that was put to no good use. It was spent
by swaying its leaves and flowers in the sun, which are undoubtedly beautiful moments which ultimately
may not have met anything.  After speaking of his useful days, the author then continues on to say "Now I
may wither into truth".  This last line can be broken into two different ways which were mentioned previously.
Both of these definitions are under the definition of "whither" which in this case means to physically die or
die out all together, depending on the reader's definition of truth.  This poem was most likely written by a
Christian, because the idea of whithering into the truth is not just dying, but losing a the physicality of the
a leaf to move into something called the truth which is ultimately beyond our understanding.  The ambiguity of
this poem may also suggest the the truth is simply death, which excites the gravity of the poem.

The Snow Man

first off i would just like to say that i am very upset at the word count requirement. I have been under the impression that you had a 500 word count minimum. I was severely disappointed to find that the word count requirement is only 250 words. That means I have wasted a total of like an hour on something I didnt have to do… psh =[ haha. oh well. anyway…The SNOW MAN WEll.. when i first read this song, I automatically began to like it because it regards winter. “One must have a mind of winter”.. this gives me the impression that this poem is for people who truly love and appreciate winter like myself. I love the image ” of the pine trees crusted with snow” “Of the January sun: and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind” Ah how this line makes me feel. I am certain that this is written for people who love winter this poem was written “for the listener, who listens in the snow” Okay. Since this is talking about “The Snow Man” i don’t want to believe that this is about an actual snow man. Instead i think this is truly about a man who is deeply connected to the snow. I feel like I am “the listener who listens to the snow” because i really feel SO connected to the snow and winter weather. ” nothing himself, beholds.. nothing that is not there and the nothing that is”…. oh WHAT PERFECT LINES.

Disillusionment at Ten O’Clock

I found this poem titled Disillusionment at Ten O’Clock to be very very very interesting. I found this to be interesting for many reasons. These reasons include, but are in no way limited to (because this poem is obviously interesting for MANY reasons) the title because of its ambiguity, the idea and display of color because of the images it creates,  the general ambiguity of the poem, and the slight idea of a dream left in the poems footprints.
The title of this poem, Disillusionment at Ten’ Clock is extremely ambiguous to me.  First off, the ten o’clock idea can mean either in the morning or in the after noon.  I like to think that the title of afternoon because disillusionment is much more fitting at night for at ten o clock at night, everything is much more mysterious.  As we read furhter into the poem, we do in fact learn that this poem is set at night and is more a less about a dream or something very surreal.

As an artist who loves to paint, the idea of color, or rather the absence of color really really makes me enjoy this poem for this poem speaks of color.  Color is spoken about in these lines

“None are green

Or purple with green rings

Or green with yellow rings

Or yellow with blue rings”

This makes me think about how at night, there really is not much color because everything is covered by a shadow of darkness.  The idea of everything covered in a blanket of dark, rather being absent from light… is also displayed in the lines

“The houses are haunted

by white nightgowns”

This also displays the absense of color and actually, looking at this makes me think of perhaps this isn’t talking about darkness at all, but of a weird existence or state of consciousness

This poem makes me wish that I understood the background of the ideas displayed.  However, if the reader does not know the background, the poem is left to ultimate ambiguity.  It talks about Socks of Lace. Lace makes me think of a certain time period where ladies wore a lot of lace

It talkes about beaded ceintures and i think that may be either an outdated word or a typo. I dont really know, but i suppose that is okay.

The idea of a dream IS mentioned…. it talks of dreaming about baboons and periwinkles. Whatever periwinkles are.

And tigers and red weather. I dont know what im talking about anymore

this poem is weird.