Another little gem. You guys are pretty good at this. There’s a lot of poetry in your prose, and much to consider, re-opening in us what had been closed the day before. That’s saying quite a lot.
"And the sun rose, dripping a bucket of gold." I do not see how the sun dripped into the sea from that line. If it indeed rose, then the night ending too soon, was more a measure of the wonder they held between them, that the time pasted so quickly, and now a new day was beginning.
For me it resonates as a carefree time, from day to night to day, as the hours spin away, and still they share an apple or a pear, with much more left to give, one who needs it, more than they. Keeping only enough as they are on their way.
Have known such a time or two, though not a ferry. The miracle of the magic between two just flows, like the water below the ferry, carrying them along, without a care, though maybe a song.
Which ever view prevails, a lovely poem whether of joy or travail.
Posting the poem first is a HUGE success for this substack! I intend to read it every day, but I generally get interrupted or do not prioritize…. If I read the poem once, I always want to go back and read it again, because it is rattling around in my head, and certainly can’t miss the great thoughts you all wrote about it, once I read it twice.
Another little gem. You guys are pretty good at this. There’s a lot of poetry in your prose, and much to consider, re-opening in us what had been closed the day before. That’s saying quite a lot.
"And the sun rose, dripping a bucket of gold." I do not see how the sun dripped into the sea from that line. If it indeed rose, then the night ending too soon, was more a measure of the wonder they held between them, that the time pasted so quickly, and now a new day was beginning.
For me it resonates as a carefree time, from day to night to day, as the hours spin away, and still they share an apple or a pear, with much more left to give, one who needs it, more than they. Keeping only enough as they are on their way.
Have known such a time or two, though not a ferry. The miracle of the magic between two just flows, like the water below the ferry, carrying them along, without a care, though maybe a song.
Which ever view prevails, a lovely poem whether of joy or travail.
Thanks for the rich analysis, Sally. I also love the ferry photo!
Just love your analyses. They bring the poems to life for me as I reread them.
Posting the poem first is a HUGE success for this substack! I intend to read it every day, but I generally get interrupted or do not prioritize…. If I read the poem once, I always want to go back and read it again, because it is rattling around in my head, and certainly can’t miss the great thoughts you all wrote about it, once I read it twice.