What might the women have talked about
when the roads were the treasured personal space,
seemingly ending in wilderness,
but those who used them everyday would dismiss them as the humdrum ways of reaching somewhere with a certainty.
The venerable sky and the vulnerable ways.
John Atkinson Grimshaw, English, 1836-1893
In the Golden Gloaming, 1883
As often when reading your poems and commenting them, I like to start from the last line(s): "The venerable sky and the vulnerable ways." This nominal phrase emphasizes the general meaning of the poem, like a climatic tonic accent! I love how you build
a meaning on an opposition between a moment of private shared freedom and an implicit, inferable more conventional feeling of normality. And suddenly the two adjectives "venerable" and "vulnerable" take on their full meaning! A marvelous moment of breath, Sushama, and you know how much women need it ! Wonderful choice of this painting!
Françoise Dhulesia So true! "A marvellous moment" of breath of freedom, and how much women need it!No insights to showAll reactions:
4Françoise Dhulesia, Sem Xtz and 2 others
No comments:
Post a Comment