In To The Tapestries Of Thought Comments

The child in this poem is in the THROES OF PUBERTY, an explosive time of life when psychic energy has no where to go but out, to burn itself out. But to qualify the experience with also THE THROES OF BEAUTY suggests a nascent artist, who is still dazzled by surfaces but how else can you get beneath the surface to some inner validation without first exploring the superficial. Of course, someone so young is going to roam, meander, ready to follow any lead which promises - evolution. Finally, a pattern. coherence, our child is leaving puberty behind.