Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Written At Morning Comments

Rating: 3.5

A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
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Wallace Stevens
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Manonton Dalan 09 January 2016

that is really a pineapple he was talking about

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Madhurii Ball 13 September 2005

This poem makes the unreal, the weirdness, exoticness of the pineapple TRUE. The idea of 'men of ice' serving pineapple. The northerners who have something out of context, otherworldly, brings home the strange fruit. A metaphor for war weapons? Grenades, perhaps.. dunno. But this poem makes me think. Hard.

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