Dear Someone Poem

Dear Someone,

I am touch about your message to
me today, please don't be so
emotional your words sound like
they are depressing just be cool.

Life is so short to put a thorn in
your heart smile and the world will
smile too love the one who loves
you and enjoy every second.

Of it then we don't know what the
furture will bring that everything
has changed and not evert heart
has its match, not every soul finds.

A soulmate, not all the days
are sunny but sometimes some of
the days are rainy that is why
people are sometimes so moody.

Their feelings are inpredictable
like the weather today it can be
splendid, tonight it can be windy
and stormy, tomorrow can be rainy.

Again and we can't predict what
kind of weather and at the next
date only the weather broadcasters
know it I mean, let the time.

Tell what would be okay life isn't
always like a bed of roses it is
like how it fades away to nothing
because it is meaning of swift loses.

~Abstract Poet~

by Abstract Poet

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This poem has stuck with me for 15 after first reading it in high school. Here's what I think it means literally, but it's my guess only. I also don't know the more symbolic meaning. Stasis in darkness. [she's in the stable, it's quiet, still, before sunrise] Then the substanceless blue [they are out of the barn, already galloping, the morning is dark blue] Pour of tor and distances. [play on torpor - she senseless with the speed of it, and the darkness of morning. she's pouring out into the night-about-to-be-day] God's lioness, [her horse? ] How one we grow, [rider and mount move together as one being] Pivot of heels and knees! - The furrow [she's riding bareback - her heels and knees lock onto her horse to control it/hold on to it] Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, [the furrows are arched like the neck of her horse. she can't catch it's because she is riding it so she's always behind it.] Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks - [they are riding through berry bushes - thorns] Black sweet blood mouthfuls, [black raspberries - when you eat them their juice is like blood in your mouth] Shadows. [hmmm? ] Something else Hauls me through air - [not her horse apparently, though her horse is hauling her through air] Thighs, hair; [is this her thighs and hair or her horse's? presumably her's given the Godiva reference below -riding naked] Flakes from my heels. [literary allusion? no idea] White Godiva, I unpeel - Dead hands, dead stringencies. [like Godiva, who broke the stringencies of her time by riding naked through the streets. what here is she breaking free from? or just the exuberance and sense of freedom of riding fast, perhaps naked, on her horse into the sunrise, through the countryside, feels like peeling away dead hands/constraints] And now I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas. [wheat is like the waves of the ocean when it blows in the wind. the grain at the top of the stalk is like sea foam. perhaps she feels in the same rhythm as the blowing grain.] The child's cry Melts in the wall. [no idea on this part! ] And I Am the arrow, [on her horse, fast, like an arrow] The dew that flies, Suicidal, at one with the drive [dew dies when the sun rises. she is at one with the drive into sunrise, her horse. they are galloping into the sunrise] Into the red Eye, the cauldron of morning. [sunrise]
I find this poem particularily entralling. The ambiguity to the title 'Ariel' is extremely interesting- is it the name of her horse and therefore symbolic of freedom and feminine power and escape? Or in reference to the caged Shakesperian spirit? Both completely opposing views, however Shakespeare's Ariel is finally released to live its own life without the chains its master Prospero had imposed. Is Plath refering to her final release from under male rule of her husband or perhaps life in general?
My girlfriend is the best poet ever.
Ariel was the imprisoned spirit in Shakespeare's play, The Tempest. Condemned to serve an unbending and demanding master (her husband?) , he (it) could only be released once the latter's life's work was complete. Clearly this was a key image for Plath, who throughout her life experienced feelings of imprisonment, suffocation and the inability to release herself from the everyday demands of life. The poem begins with the illusion of release, 'the substancelss blue/ pour of of tor and distances' (a tor is a hill) , but immediately the focus is jerked inward to the body of her partner, lying beside her, 'pivots of heels and knees'. Despite the closeness of the body she feels that there is something about it that she cannot grasp, 'The brown arc of the neck that I cannot catch'. Intimacy rapidly turns to something ugly and unpleasant 'Nigger-eye/ Berries cast dark/ Hooks.' Despite this she cannot prevent herself gaining pleasure from the experience, 'White Godiva/ I unpeel', 'I foam to wheat' and this experience returns her briefly to the illusion of freedom felt at the begnning of the poem, ' a glitter of seas'. She can even briefly forget the cry of her child which 'Melts in the wall'. But ultimately the experience can only be destructive and she becomes 'the dew that flies/ Suicidal at one with the desire/ Into the red/ Eye, the cauldron of the morning.' Plath's poetry is deceptively simple. It uses simple language and simple, even primitive, forms but fragments them into unusual and sometimes painful combinations often using surprising and occasionally brutal imagery. It has a gut honesty that demands respect, however, and she is perhaps the best of the late 20th century poets.
It is difficult to forget what I have read about Sylvia Plaths suicide when I read this poem. Her head stuck in the gas oven, the cry of her two children trough the wall. This was written some time before, a year?
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