Exhibitionist
This poem resembles a prostitute who is proud of how easily she can tempt her customers with her business. She the sexual references she makes about herself seems as if she enjoys how easily she can manipulate her customers to succumb to their temptations.
Anorexic
In this poem, the speaker says ” I am starved and curveless. I am skin and bone.” “Only a little more, only a few more days sinless, foodless.” this makes me wonder what makes people think being anorexic is beauty…
Solitary
Since the book, An Origin Like Water, has poems about women abuse and pain, one can assume that from the poem, Solitary, is that this lonely speaker is giving up and going against and violate the gods’ rules. The very last sentence “I winter into sleep”, makes me assume that he has possibly committed suicide.
In the poem, A Ballad of Beauty and Time, reminds me of the show nip tuck. In the show it was about these plastic surgeons trying to live life and make their patients “live” young. The patients always seemed soo desperate to make themselves look like someone they aren’t and it kind of resembles this poem due to the words/phrases: “I had passed my prime.” “where all the women came shopping for a mouth, a new nose, an eyebrow..” ” The room was full of masks” ” a tuck, a hem” and more
Daphne with Her Thighs in Bark
I feel like its an older sister who is always stuck in the her world of non-stop hard work, who always admired this one special guy. She says “He snouted past. What a fool I was!” it seems like she has been interested in this guy but he ran past her. It then says “Save face, sister. Fall. Stumble. Run with him. HIs rough heat will keep you warm. You will be better off than me, with your memories……” She keeps going on about how her sister should go and live life, but it seems in a more depressive and envious way since she “shall be here forever, setting out the tea, among the coppers and the branching alloys and the tin shine of this kitchen; laying saucers on the pine table.”
The poem, In The Garden, makes me think about a dad and a daughter exploring the wonders in the garden. The dad takes the daughter through the garden to teach her life lessons and the little important and innocent aspects of life; just so that she can always be his little girl.
In White Hawthorn in the West of Ireland, they had a superstition that the flower brings bad luck if you bring it in the house or touch. Its weird how they would make that a superstition with a beautiful flower
In Daphne Heard With Horror The addresses of the God, I was picturing in my head a fantasy/magical garden filled with flowers and beauty, like somewhere I would want to stay in out and watch the surroundings. I chose this picture because it was the closest to how I imagined it to be.
In the poem, We Are Always Too Late, reminds me of the song Shiver by Coldplay. The last sentence in the poem reminds me of the verses:
“So I look in your direction
but you pay me no attention
And you know how much I need you
But you never even see me…”
