To who?

This was a very interesting poem. I didnt understand it the first three times i read it, but i was persistent in that i wanted to know what it meant, or atleast come to a conclusion about what i thought it meant.

After the third time that i read it i decided to take a different approach to reading it; instead of reading it and pausing where i thought i should pause, i just read it straight through without pausing, which is how i think that the author intended for it to be read.

As i read it i applied the title to all of the lines, i applied to to how i would talk to myself if i were to write a poem to myself. It all started to make perfect sense. For example, when the author states that he is not last when he doesnt find himself, it makes perfect sense, because no matter how lost you think you are, you always find yourself, and you will always be there. The true you i mean. Then he refers to times when he could have sworn he remembered himself long ago, but that he could remember seeing himself just a moment ago. I can relate to this all the time because i remember how i was, and then i will catch a glimpse of the old me, or true me in instances that are close to the present time.

This whole entire poem is about losing oneself but that person is always there, that person just needs to be looked for and you will find it. The true you is never gone, but sometimes that person just gets burried under a bunch of crap, and lies, and bad things that are not the true person that one intends to be.

what does a halo have to do with anything?

I have pondered over this poem for a while now and i have thought and came to several conclusions on what it might be about. I still cannot figure out what it could possibly be about, but then i realized that it doesnt matter if u know exactly what its about just as long as u have some thought about it, its ok!

The poem is "The Halo That Would Not Light" by Lucie Brock-Broido, and it sounds like one giant metaphor. She starts out by placing this person into the mouth of a bird, a raptor, and says that the person is dropped...into a carriage...i got the picture of a child being dropped into a carriage and as soon as he or she was in it he or she became an adult. As the poem gors on she refers to the person as a childs cardboard box...maybe a metaphor for becoming dull? I say this because then right after she states something about swings being empty and the catastrophe of childhood being done...so the person is done with childhood imagination and is now as plain as a childs cardboard box.... I just talked myself through what i think the poem is about...weird.

Mrs. White! this is the one i forgot to do on the date of 9/5/10

"Beginning Again"

I get this poem.

OMYGOSH I GET IT!

it is so clear to me.

The narrator, whoever it may be, is talking about beginning again, and he begs the question on why he should begin again. He refers to a teacher figure who has sat in a room of no mirrors, but where everything is a mirror...everything is a reflection of oneself.

The teacher has said that the man must sit there with the mountain until only the mountain remains, until the man no longer exists but only the mountain, so that the man becomes a direct reflection of that mountain.

this all pertains to the budhist way of thinking where all things are tied into eachother where we are all one and so as along as we know this and see ourselves as the world, and a mirror of the world then we can truly be at peace. We all interact with eachother and with all things....

I cant believe i got this poem...i pondered over it for so long!

Review of Still Memory

This poem was really straight forward. It was just a recollection of how a habit started. maybe it was a recollection of how the author started to get in to poetry.

She awoke from a dream, where maybe her dad and mother had died because one of the first things she says in the third stanza is that her dad is not dead he is just returning from the graveyard shift, which is a slight play on words because she just reffered to death and then used the word "graveyard shift" in the same sentence.

Then she refers to her mom in the kitchen and how everything is waking up in the world around her and how her sister is walking across the cold floor so it shows that she is waking out of a dream and into reality.

i am still quite confused on why she said that her parents are not yet cremated in the second to last stanza...this poem is quite puzzling....

She is quite descriptive in just a short amount of time and it is really impactful. It allows the reader to really get an image in his or her brain about what her house is like and what is going on in her house. For instance when she describes the coffees strong arroma and the fact that her mother is rummaging through the silver...makes me feel like it is my home.