AshleighS
11-16-2007, 03:41 PM
Hey there... I've got this poem that I'm having a little trouble
deciphering and was wondering if I could get some thoughts... I find it
has a really interesting diction, rhythm and pace and I'm wondering how
you all interpret that as well. Anything you can give me at all is more
than appreciated! :) Here's a copy of the poem... it's titled "Others"
1
Men prefer an island
With its beginning ended:
Undertone of waves
Trees overbended.
Men prefer a road
Circling, shell-like
convex and fossiled
Forever winding inward.
Men prefer a woman
Limpid in sunlight
Held as a shell
On a sheltering island...
Men prefer and island.
2
But I am mainland
O I range
From upper country to the inner core:
From sageland, brushland, marshland
To the sea's floor.
Show me an orchard where I have not slept,
A hollow where I have not wrapped
The sage about me, and above, the still
Stars clustering
Over the pondersa pine, the cactus hill.
Tell me a time
I have not loved,
A mountain left unclimbed:
A prarie field
where I have not furrowed my tongue,
Nourished it out of the mind's dark places;
Planted with tears unwept
And harvested as friends, as faces.
O find me a dead-end road
I have not trodden
A logging road that leads the heart away
Into the secret evergreen of cedar roots
Beyond sun's farthest ray -
Then, in a clearing's sudden dazzle,
There is no road; no end; no puzzle.
But do not show me! For I know
The country I caress:
A place where none shall trespass
None possess:
A mainland mastered
From its inaccess.
Men prefer an island.
deciphering and was wondering if I could get some thoughts... I find it
has a really interesting diction, rhythm and pace and I'm wondering how
you all interpret that as well. Anything you can give me at all is more
than appreciated! :) Here's a copy of the poem... it's titled "Others"
1
Men prefer an island
With its beginning ended:
Undertone of waves
Trees overbended.
Men prefer a road
Circling, shell-like
convex and fossiled
Forever winding inward.
Men prefer a woman
Limpid in sunlight
Held as a shell
On a sheltering island...
Men prefer and island.
2
But I am mainland
O I range
From upper country to the inner core:
From sageland, brushland, marshland
To the sea's floor.
Show me an orchard where I have not slept,
A hollow where I have not wrapped
The sage about me, and above, the still
Stars clustering
Over the pondersa pine, the cactus hill.
Tell me a time
I have not loved,
A mountain left unclimbed:
A prarie field
where I have not furrowed my tongue,
Nourished it out of the mind's dark places;
Planted with tears unwept
And harvested as friends, as faces.
O find me a dead-end road
I have not trodden
A logging road that leads the heart away
Into the secret evergreen of cedar roots
Beyond sun's farthest ray -
Then, in a clearing's sudden dazzle,
There is no road; no end; no puzzle.
But do not show me! For I know
The country I caress:
A place where none shall trespass
None possess:
A mainland mastered
From its inaccess.
Men prefer an island.