Friday, January 3, 2003

A Celebration Comments

Rating: 2.9
A middle-northern March, now as always--
gusts from the South broken against cold winds--
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves--not into April--into a second March,


yet, the poet, situated in the middle of March, marches back and forth every month and season of the year. the celebration goes beyond being only a fantasy, since the voice gives its own importance to each and every one. it is true that the imagery its beautiful - colourful and beautiful -, but, that the poem lacks substance? i'm not sure whether i do agree on this, for the poet knows very well how to grasp the essence of things, rather i would say it is a good reverie, which brings back memories that, perhaps, we never had...
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Sim So 20 April 2005
I like this poem very much, the imagery is beautiful and it is enjoyable to read but in the end it is no more than a fantasy with little substance. The poet seems to acknowledge this himself in the lines: Flowers are a tiresome pastime. One has a wish to shake them from their pots root and stem, for the sun to gnaw. He seems to return to the winter only as an apology for dwelling too long upon the decorativeness of spring.
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