I still find there’s a few who want to know. I prefer to let the meaning sit with the one who is engaging, they need to find their meaning. I think that’s the beauty of poetry. None of the greats subscribed to precision in meaning. I say let it be what it is. Thank you for the conversation and thought around this Liz.
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Quite so, Paul. There is much I could say about this. I really like this metaphor. So well done.
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Thank you tracy, and for showing that it is indeed a metaphor.
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I only guessed, Paul. Maybe I’m too much of a cynic.
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I was thinking the poem was about the uneasy truce between humans and Nature, reading Tracy’s comment, I see the other metaphor.
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Well, it can be either really, after all it is a poem and it’s what you discover, thank you Liz.
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Well, said, Paul! I’ve mostly escaped the school-instilled “correct interpretation” stance, but occasionally, it creeps back into head.
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I still find there’s a few who want to know. I prefer to let the meaning sit with the one who is engaging, they need to find their meaning. I think that’s the beauty of poetry. None of the greats subscribed to precision in meaning. I say let it be what it is. Thank you for the conversation and thought around this Liz.
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Suddenly they are eagles… Well put.
(Birds are brave little things)
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They are, I guess they have to be in our midst.
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Very true.
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Haha a familiar occurrence – love the way you have craft it into this poem
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yes, ready made for metaphor.
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Great and very positive, Paul! Thank you! Michael
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Thank you Michael.
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Always with a great pleasure, Paul! Excuse the late headlover.
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Duly excused Michael 🙂
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