There are similarities
I notice: that the hills
which the eyes make flat as a wall, welded
together, open as I move
to let me through; become
endless as prairies; that the trees
grow spindly, have their roots
often in swamps; that this is a poor country;
that a cliff is not known
as rough except by hand, and is
therefore inaccessible. Mostly
that travel is not the easy going
from point to point, a dotted
line on a map, location
plotted on a square surface
but that I move surrounded by a tangle
of branches, a net of air and alternate
light and dark, at all times;
that there are no destinations
apart from this.
There are differences
of course: the lack of reliable charts;
more important, the distraction of small details:
your shoe among the brambles under the chair
where it shouldn’t be; lucent
white mushrooms and a paring knife
on the kitchen table; a sentence
crossing my path, sodden as a fallen log
I’m sure I passed yesterday
(have I been
walking in circles again?)
but mostly the danger:
many have been here, but only
some have returned safely.
A compass is useless; also
trying to take directions
from the movements of the sun,
which are erratic;
and words here are as pointless
as calling in a vacant wilderness.
Whatever I do I must
keep my head. I know
it is easier for me to lose my way
forever here, than in other landscapes

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más de 3 años

Its a great Transcendental poem. This poem reminds me the Sidargal Padals (poetry of Saints) in Tamil literature. Keeping and doing things in order can be occured by meditation. Its a door step poem for transcendental meditation.

Ahmad Muhammad
alrededor de 4 años

A great comparison that expresses what's going on inside each and all. Yeah, I also believe that the inner journey to one's own self is more dangerous than that of the physical one. The way, Atwood Ma'am composed it is amazing & awesome.

Mercedes Dembo
casi 5 años

A journey through our inner natural world, beautiful metaphor for fear.

más de 5 años

visualization of a disturbed mind in an alien country....

Fran Claggett
más de 5 años

How is it possible I have never read this poem before?

Y. J. Hall
Y. J. Hall
más de 3 años

It's possible :)

Robert L. Martin
más de 5 años

I have to keep things in order. If I don't, it disturbs me very much. I lose my patience trying to find things. If I'm too lazy to put them in order, I hate myself for it.

christian tanoa
más de 5 años

absolutely beautifull

Preferido o celebrado por...

J Ann Crowder Parker Jennings Yuni Esther Yasmin Groeneveld Maria Do Céu Pires Costa Delilah Kimiko Watson CHER' JEAN Gae Dove Maduo El Jafari Guigui Debrani Dhara RL Daniel Gualberto melina Runaway Writer Niqqi Alex G A.E. Sam Ahmad Muhammad Kelsi Doscher Alexandra Del Popolo Madalina Mindrila Rahul Mohamad Singh IE Compat Matt Holt Leanne Li

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