04-14-2018, 02:38 PM
Thanks, Thunderembargo, for your time. However, I'm a bit confused.
"like a vibrant quilt of stone" - Do you see beach towels and people laying on them in the sun, strewn over the white blinding sand for miles, as a quilt of stone?
"perhaps. too abstract" - Perhaps... what? Those "finer ladies" are too spoiled to touch sand, and to only accept the beauty as something visual for them. It's okay if you had a hard time with that, but please express it so I can be sure what exactly you had difficulty understanding.
"full of sap, apple-cider for me" - Sap and apple-cider. If you say so.
"an indulgent reverse of Camus and his estrangement" - Sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about, even after some google searching.
"I always resist this sort of sordidness" - sordidness? the person just had to keep afloat when humps of waves rolled through, so they had to swim a bit until the surface lowered to the point their feet could reach the bottom again. It's called swimming in the ocean. If I could make that more clear, I will, but let me know!
Now, after all that, I do thank you for your positive remarks.
This poem is about two people at the beach, and the thoughts of one about the other. Some parts may need to be clarified, I'm sure. On the other hand, I feel your grasp of the simple nature of this poem needs a second chance.
"like a vibrant quilt of stone" - Do you see beach towels and people laying on them in the sun, strewn over the white blinding sand for miles, as a quilt of stone?
"perhaps. too abstract" - Perhaps... what? Those "finer ladies" are too spoiled to touch sand, and to only accept the beauty as something visual for them. It's okay if you had a hard time with that, but please express it so I can be sure what exactly you had difficulty understanding.
"full of sap, apple-cider for me" - Sap and apple-cider. If you say so.
"an indulgent reverse of Camus and his estrangement" - Sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about, even after some google searching.
"I always resist this sort of sordidness" - sordidness? the person just had to keep afloat when humps of waves rolled through, so they had to swim a bit until the surface lowered to the point their feet could reach the bottom again. It's called swimming in the ocean. If I could make that more clear, I will, but let me know!
Now, after all that, I do thank you for your positive remarks.
This poem is about two people at the beach, and the thoughts of one about the other. Some parts may need to be clarified, I'm sure. On the other hand, I feel your grasp of the simple nature of this poem needs a second chance.
"The best way out is always through."-Robert Frost
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