Poem I puzzled
星期五 二月 01, 2008 9:49 am
My mentor keeps writing her journal. She asks me to do the same. Though I don’t have much time to do this, I slowly develop a habit to write it in my head. I hope I also write it in the paper when I have time.
Lately I read a lot. I talk with a few other poets for suggestions. They all think I have developed my voice, but how to break the limit is hard to say. Reading more and more, and writing more and more, they suggest.
Reading really enriches my world. I find there are so many powerful poems I never read before. There are all kinds of voices. Each is unique and enchanting. Some voices are silent, piercing. Other voices are uplifting. An amazing world. Here I want to share a few poems which I love very much, but I am not quite sure about them.
You are happy
By Margaret Atwood
The water turns
a long way down over the raw stone,
ice crusts around it
We walk separately
along the hill to the open
beach, unused
picnic tables, wind
shoving the brown waves, erosion, gravel
rasping on gravel.
In the ditch a deer
carcass, no head. Bird
running across the glaring
road against the low pink sun.
When you are this
cold you can think about
nothing but the cold, the images
hitting into your eyes
like needles, crystals, you are happy.
I wonder here You who it is. the narrator or the narrator’s lover?
The tone is very cold and silent, then why you are happy? For what?
