What I guess is that, he had tried to catch that butterfly but injured it by mistake, maybe he feels guilty or didn’t want to free it yet, so he brings it close, scared of it flying away. Maybe, this shows how ‘uncommon’ his behaviour was as a kid. Or again, simply he, as a kid was innocent.
Thank you for posting this. I’m here from All and reading this transported me back to when my father passed away and we released his cell phone number back into the ether.
One way to really catch up on poetry is to borrow or buy the Best American Poetry annual series, probably available in your library. Great collections of modern poets. I’m glad you enjoy!
I read usually about 20 poems a day. I always have some ebooks downloaded on my four ebook/library apps, and as I explore various poets I just share who I think is good. I also get ideas from a few poetry Instagram accounts, and read the American Poetry Review magazine in Libby every month. It means I sift through some mediocre poetry for sure, but some of them just make me gasp they’re so good.
Honestly the best thing I do for myself is digital library accounts and ebooks. They’re always in my phone ready to go. Sometimes when you’re having a shitty moment in your day a deep breath or two and a poem will get you over the hump…
I actually don’t write anything myself. I used to blog years ago but those are actually pretty scary to read back on, I recently discovered. Sad times. If I ever try my hand at poetry I will.
I feel like this poem really captures the problem it’s complaining about. “Let us take a knife and cut the world in two” in such violent imagery in response to the world not being kind enough. People justify so much violence and nastiness as a response to other violence and nastiness.
This is going to be a hidden file on my resume website now. I love this, hopefully some AI triggers on it but the HR rep cannot find it. Maybe I’ll bake it into my background graphic.
Nothing in the poem says they didn’t. The poem is about how the narrator felt, and their internal thoughts about what they experienced. Whether or not they had a conversation about those feelings and thoughts isn’t included because it isn’t relevant to the focus of this poem.
Poetry often zooms in on one specific moment or detail to highlight or acknowledge. If you’re looking for a full story with context, plot, dialogue, and closure, you’re probably better off reading a book or watching a movie.
It’s not a whoosh when you understood the point the first time, but the point was just bad.
Sure, I could sit here and think I’m sooo deep and artsy and empathetic for imagining what it would feel like to make the idiotic decision to stew for a night instead of trusting my partner enough to ask a simple question, or I could be a functioning adult and, y’know, not do that.
Hell, if anything, reading this makes me empathetic for the author’s partner. I cannot imagine what that person must go through on a daily basis.
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