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History has to live with what was here,
clutching and close to fumbling all we had--
it is so dull and gruesome how we die,
unlike writing, life never finishes.
Abel was finished; death is not remote,
a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,
his cows crowding like skulls against high-voltage wire,
his baby crying all night like a new machine.
As in our Bibles, white-faced, predatory,
the beautiful, mist-drunken hunter's moon ascends--
a child could give it a face: two holes, two holes,
my eyes, my mouth, between them a skull's no-nose--
O there's a terrifying innocence in my face
drenched with the silver salvage of the mornfrost.


**i know its about history but what else

2007-03-20 08:07:06 · 3 answers · asked by jessica 1 in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

3 answers

In my humble opinion this is a bad poem. It is so obscure it is almost impossible to understand. Good poetry should communicate something well or it is useless except to the person who wrote it.

I couldn't make heads or tails of it and I'm an English/History major!

2007-03-20 08:13:58 · answer #1 · answered by Veritas 7 · 0 0

Well if you look at it you could see that it has some thing to do with life and death the way that the life of a humannever changes the facts that the life cicle never ends until the end of time and that is another way to consider how lucky we all are to be alive and not in the situation that this person is in and try to prevent people from going hungery .that is the moral of this poem.

2007-03-20 08:14:21 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

the past present and future and also dying and living at the same moment and everything is combinding and time is irrelvent at this moment

2007-03-20 08:10:51 · answer #3 · answered by Juleette 6 · 0 0

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