Monday, January 13, 2003

Question Comments

Rating: 3.4

Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen

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May Swenson
COMMENTS
Quoth Theraven 19 September 2020

I don't know which door life's home was sent.. through Heaven's door the soul surely went. QtR

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gilbert 24 April 2019

Jean-Marie, excellent!

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Savita Tyagi 02 February 2018

An eternal question portrayed so simply and beautifully.

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Gajanan Mishra 08 August 2016

all eager and quick, good one.

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Denis Mair 08 August 2016

The question is especially poignant because her body was beautiful. Through her intensely feminine poetry, her body inspire daydreams. When you go into a daydeam like that, you have only wind for ansendeye/ and a cloud for a robe.

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Susan Williams 08 August 2016

Don't kick me out of PH- -but could this be about a flea?

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Marieta Maglas 08 August 2016

How will it be to lie in the sky without roof or door and wind for an eye- beautiful poem having a deep meaning.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 08 August 2016

A beautiful and captivating poem. A great pleasure to read. How it will be to lie in the sky without roof or door and wind for an eye.

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Rajnish Manga 08 August 2016

Awesome description of nature and its images including pleasures of keeping pet animals. Loved reading this poem. Thanks.

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Edward Kofi Louis 08 August 2016

How will i hide? Thanks for sharing.

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* Sunprincess * 11 February 2016

............a superb write on the top 500 list...and well deserving ?

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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015

I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.ad

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John Richter 29 April 2015

Are all you commenters on drugs? What are you saying Hannington? Fecundity defined is fruitfulness, or very fertile. How can that leave anything to desire? Or better yet, what does it have to with her dog? I don't understand. And by the way THE POEM IS ABOUT HER DOG, who she counts on to alert her to trouble. And it is not a sad poem. It is a masterful tribute to her dog. He is not dead. She is merely looking into the future and wondering about that eventual moment when he ultimately will die, and here she is merely counting the blessings that this dog lovingly provides to her. Did anybody else get that? Or should I start smoking crack?

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Jean-Marie 14 July 2018

Maybe you should. This poem has nothing to do with her dog. It's about her body. The body in general. How would you feel when you're dead, when you have left your body. This is the question she raises so beautifully. She compares our body with a home (obviously) , a hound (your best companion) , or a horse (the one you ride to conquer the world) . And what would it be to float in air, being pure consciousness. Will we feel homeless, exposed or free?

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Hannington Mumo 17 March 2015

Your prolific fecundity leaves much to be desired

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 31 October 2014

Body as house for soul and thought is horse and mind 's envelop is greed when dog dies greed die but when body is ruined- buried the soul is without umbrella - no place to hide a nice question - when body is ruined and soul is homeless then can we change the body to hide as an umbrell - something like tis mystery is hid

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Question indeed! But everything comes in due time. We would always like to know in advance.

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* Sunprincess * 25 November 2013

a mysterious question which there is no answer...

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Smoky Hoss 31 October 2013

What shall become of the soul, really, when the body no longer controls/contains it?

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Percy Dovetonsils 06 March 2007

May Swenson (1913-1989) I wonder what it would be like to love May Swenson now that she hides in the wind. Lying in the sky wearing clouds for a shift she solemnly smiles through the mist. I hear her throb in the blood of my ears. She tickles the hairs on my wrist. “You’re not alone it only seems that way. I’m with you every moment of the day.”

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Laurie Carter 29 December 2006

'Question' affects me deeply because Ms. Swenson doesn't provide an answer, or a tidy solution, and it helps that her use of poetic devices is masterful. This poem is heartbreakingly sad and poignant, it makes me run to Gerard Manley Hopkins for comfortable answers, even though his 'Margaret are you grieving...' has the same theme.

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