Thursday, November 11, 2004

I'm pretty tired...

from all the deadlines in the last few days. Two papers plus a chunk of my law review note, not to mention keeping up with the normal reading. I am going to take it easy today, and maybe tomorrow, but I will at least leave you with this little springtime love poem, which is both in and out of season.


She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep

She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

(Robert Graves)


Blogger Astrid said...

Springtime love poem? Now where is the snow coming from? Or is that some sort of metaphor? Just wondering ... *Astrid throws a snowball at Matthew*

9:12 AM  
Blogger Matthew said...

That's what you get when you're burned out from too much studying, Astrid.

No, I was referring to:

Earth stirs in her winter sleep
and puts out grass and flowers
despite the snow...

It sounds like an early spring to me, or maybe a spring that doesn't care that its time has not come yet. Of course, the early spring imagery is a metaphor for love professed while half asleep, in my opinion, so you could just as easily say that it is a winter love poem. That's the cool thing about poetry.

12:58 PM  
Blogger ryan bradley said...

I would say that it's a winter love poem dreaming of spring, but the distinction isn't too important.

Either way, it's a great poem.

4:14 PM  

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