Welcome to August! Odd how fast the summer fades. Today I post a strange poem that feels oddly rushed to me, like the coming of autumn, the dying of the hot summer, even though that's not really what it's about at all. In fact, I'm not quite sure what it's trying to say. Perhaps, grasp at life. Absorb and digest and take in everything. Taste and see and let it transform you. Which, I suppose could well be applied to the end of another summer. I just enjoy the words rolling into one another, particularly in stanza three.
O Taste and See
Denise Levertov
.
The world is
not with us enough
O taste and see
.
the subway Bible poster said,
meaning The Lord, meaning
if anything all that lives
to the imagination’s tongue,
.
grief, mercy, language,
tangerine, weather, to
breathe them, bite,
savor, chew, swallow, transform
.
into our flesh our
deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince,
living in the orchard and being
.
hungry, and plucking
the fruit.
What do you think the poem is trying to say?
1 comment:
I did a project on Denise Levertov in High School. I even used this poem, but I don't remember what I said about it...
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