We have all been in rooms
We cannot die in, and they are odd places, and sad.
Often Indians are standing eagle-armed on hills
In the sunrise open wide to the Great Spirit
Or gliding in canoes or cattle are browsing on the walls
Far away gazing down with the eyes of our children
Not far away or there are men driving
The last railspike, which has turned
Gold in their hands. Gigantic forepleasure lives
Among such scenes, and we are alone with it
At last. There is always some weeping
Between us and someone is always checking
A wrist watch by the bed to see how much
Longer we have left. Nothing can come
Of this nothing can come
Of us: of me with my grim techniques
Or you who have sealed your womb
With a ring of convulsive rubber:
Although we come together,
Nothing will come of us. But we would not give
It up, for death is beaten
By praying Indians by distant cows historical
Hammers by hazardous meetings that bridge
A continent. One could never die here
Never die never die
While crying. My lover, my dear one
I will see you next week
When I'm in town. I will call you
If I can. Please get hold of Please don't
Oh God, Please don't any more I can't bear... Listen:
We have done it again we are
Still living. Sit up and smile,
God bless you. Guilt is magical.
2007-10-29 17:20:12 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Religion & Spirituality
sweetgurl, you are not probably a poem lover! Thanks for your answer anyways!~
2007-10-29 17:34:23 · update #1
I can see why he's best remembered for the novel "Deliverance."
2007-10-29 17:47:40 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
This poem is talking about an affair between two people and how while they do feel guilty for it, they haven't had to deal with any consequences yet, so therefore they will continue to have the affair. They describe the room they're in with the pictures of the Indian with his arms crossed, looking down on the world, which represents the burden of sins all Americans must carry. They also use the pictures later on in the poem to say that those pictures, or that whole room, rather, is what protects them from "death" because of their sin.
2014-02-05 15:47:19 · answer #2 · answered by Frances 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I've read it five times and the message STILL evades my brain. Maybe it's just one of those poems that HAVE no point.
BB,
Raji the Green Witch
2007-10-30 09:32:19 · answer #3 · answered by Raji the Green Witch 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Well I enjoy reading poetry and I write some as well but
I got lost in this one.....
I read it 3 times -Sorry, I tried.
heres one I did like though
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AgMVsCHcLYykFKph9raF_PDty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20071022002052AApV1lw&show=7#profile-info-2VdZcTwGaa
:)
2007-10-30 00:55:27 · answer #4 · answered by Wicked Aliens 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Most of what this says is beyond me me, but parts ring true.
2007-10-30 01:45:38 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
I fell asleep too... really it's not captivating
2007-10-30 00:38:35 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
*YAWN*- it's to long.
2007-10-30 00:32:24 · answer #7 · answered by sweetgurl13069 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋