12-20-2018, 11:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-20-2018, 04:15 PM by Quixilated.)
This is a very lovely poem, it seems to be one of those just vague enough for each reader to find their own meaning. I see in it (probably because of the title) a story about the discovery of a baby to be. It could be read religiously as a reflection on the actual annunciation. But it could also be read as a reflection on any conception and the feelings of awe and hope and trepidation that can accompany such an announcement. At least this is what it says to me, though it could very easily be made to fit other "new beginning" situations.
I love the repetition and the hopeful tone. I especially like "leafing stalk" (another possible mother/child image). Also, both instances, so sudden, of "where the ocean falls into an abyss." It perfectly expresses that feeling one gets in the pit of the stomach when big changes (even good ones) are around the corner.
I love the repetition and the hopeful tone. I especially like "leafing stalk" (another possible mother/child image). Also, both instances, so sudden, of "where the ocean falls into an abyss." It perfectly expresses that feeling one gets in the pit of the stomach when big changes (even good ones) are around the corner.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara