Winter Comments

I jotted down five lines that struck me as the poetic argument snaking through the poem. I can't fit all of my thoughts in this box, but here's goes my attempt: A metaphor signals your discontent HOVERING INSTEAD OF SOARING. The quality of experience you want, indeed need is untrammeled, not just being released into flight (which I take to be a metaphor of free and satisfying activities) , but a flight which never cloys or palls or diminishes. The key line is one of self-knowledge: I'LL ALWAYS BE HUNGRY. You also ask yourself: WILL THIS EVER BE ENOUGH? Perhaps a yes/no response is irrelevant. In fact, the whole poem which seems to be one of continual disappointment really disguises a growing resolution inside to NEVER settle for the second-rate, but to persevere in pursuing some transcendent possibility. Is it out there? Only a determined seeker will know that answer.

Very lovely Leah. YOu did well to tell the change in tides of life. My favorite lines are.... Exhale the fragile hopes of happiness in today Maybe tomorrow I play the cool fool Who knows to much to care. Well done!