The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
i wonder what the significance of 11 stars is
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
i wonder what the significance of 11 stars is
she whom the moon ruled
the astronomer was so infatuated with the solar system, and the moon that it became her ruler
I am your opus, I am your valuable, The pure gold baby
the author believes that she is something to be watched, perceived, and ultimately, that she serves as a muse to the audience
Dying Is an art, like everything else.
its interesting to see death written as an art form.
O my enemy.
i sort of imagine her saying this to herself. is she her own enemy? everything up unto this point is about herself; her face, her foot, her skin. i would presume she is talking about herself in this, maybe she is her own worse enemy.
the wreck and not the story of the wreck the thing itself and not the myth
this demonstrates the characters true intention. she is not there to experience the sensationalized myth of the wreck, rather, she is there to marvel at the wreck itself.
nd there is no one to tell me when the ocean will begin.
I like this- it reminds me of how vast the ocean is. It also shows how the character feels like she is helpless and lacking direction, hoping that someone will tell her where to go.
We Die soon.
Very different to the defiant yet lighthearted tone of the poem. Seems to be insinuating that death is the inevitable end for these students.
We Jazz June.
Seems like the students have been out of school for a long time considering that it mentions June.
But could a dream send up through onion fumes
Dreams are infectious, and they become consuming. They take up all the space in ones heart and mind.
Like “rent,” “feeding a wife,” “satisfying a man.”
These are the duties that call an individual away from dreaming. When people are so preoccupied with their duties, they forget to actually live and be imaginative.
Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong
Dreaming is illusive and whimsical rather than definite and rigid.
Even if we were willing to let it in,
Dreaming is a choice. While people can actively and passively daydream, the act of dreaming is a choice. "Even if we were" implies that the author and the person they were writing to did not allow themselves to dream, or allow the whimsy of dreaming to overtake them.