06-04-2018, 12:04 AM
I'm going to do my fluff gathering, which is what I call reading as much into the poem, or out of the poem as I like. If she's asleep the whole time, or most of the time, or mostly asleep at times, she'd want him to do those things. Open the drapes, put on the coffee. So it makes sense, and is the center of the poem. She would; she is in a trusting state, so not quite a helpless state, and the things he assumes she wants are warm, coffee, sunlight. So it's a kind-hearted poem.
I was a little distracted at first, because I myself always meet girls who like to have other things done to them until the last moment. I see now that he's just watching her and adoring her until the time she has to be awake. Girls I know usually don't have regular employment and so don't have to be up, or civilized, by any certain time. Though it is left unsaid what he does while watching.
Beside all that, if it's just a warm-hearted, nice poem, the time jumps in the middle like a snooze alarm would cause one to do. So everything is perfectly in order in this poem.
Though if I was Freud, and possibly Otto Gross (or R.D. Laing), I'd wonder at saying I love you and then having to say I mean it, and what it truly represents to "open the drapes."
But I'm not.
I was a little distracted at first, because I myself always meet girls who like to have other things done to them until the last moment. I see now that he's just watching her and adoring her until the time she has to be awake. Girls I know usually don't have regular employment and so don't have to be up, or civilized, by any certain time. Though it is left unsaid what he does while watching.
Beside all that, if it's just a warm-hearted, nice poem, the time jumps in the middle like a snooze alarm would cause one to do. So everything is perfectly in order in this poem.
Though if I was Freud, and possibly Otto Gross (or R.D. Laing), I'd wonder at saying I love you and then having to say I mean it, and what it truly represents to "open the drapes."
But I'm not.