A Wind whispers before my very eye
A shrieking cry beneath a Rosy-fingered
Dawn – eating the sky.
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A Wind whispers before my very eye
A shrieking cry beneath a Rosy-fingered
Dawn – eating the sky.
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pzerolaris Said:
on December 11, 2007 at 3:59 pm
ack. andameng image! whoa.
myan may Said:
on December 12, 2007 at 5:42 am
grabe ang image.parang nakikita ko sa isip ko..naapektuhan ako sa ‘shrieking cry’.it made me shiver…
mysticalhorizon Said:
on December 12, 2007 at 9:13 am
You have a lot of images there.
I like the wind that whispers, not in the ear, but into your eyes. i can hear the cry. Is the “shrieking cry” was what the wind whispered to your eyes? oh, they are actually contrasting: soft and sharp sounds.
jep Said:
on December 12, 2007 at 3:04 pm
“Rosy-fingered Dawn”. that’s not from you, van.
i’ve read it somewhere. i forgot where. at least quoted man lang.
kornfleik Said:
on December 13, 2007 at 8:47 am
i felt something… ung lamig basta dawn, dunno why… maybe bcoz the aircon is in “max”… nah, it must be something about the dawn… DAWN!!!
bokk Said:
on December 13, 2007 at 1:36 pm
You’re reminding me of something, van…
How can a wind whisper right before one’s eyes!
I think I like it… when something “whispers” in you ears you don’t have to spend to much labor into it, given it’s a whisper…. listening to whisper is never arduous…
But when wind whispers (presumably, it’s gentlest movement) right before ones eyes, even though how gentle that whisper is, the eyes will surely blink!
Rosy-fingered…. what of it? The petals or the thorns? Of course, the petal… we don’t call a thorn rosy, or can we?… ahhhh, I’m just answering my questions…
About it, let’s stick into the leitmotif of the poem. Gentleness, right? The whisper of the air, the rosy fingered… all gentle… given that the “rosy” there is the petals…
Yes, leitmotif is gentleness, I think… the DANGEROUS gentleness…
Oh, I see, i think we just can’t deny the thorn on the rose… in that detail, “eating the sky”, let me assume that the petals is the mouth, and after the mouth, when the mouth is done with the conquest (which is eating the sky) the thorny body takes charge…
Is that how gentleness attacks?
About the “shrieking cry”, ahhhh, I think it’s in reaction to the thorny part already… But we don’t really know whether this cry is out loud, or psychological, I mean just rumbling inside the mind…
You’re giving me insight about gentleness, van… gentleness, gentleness…
any way, how is this poem related to Kaeos? Haha, la lang, perhaps the speaker in her poem swallowed the thorny part, after thinking that what’s gentle in the petal goes on to the last part of it…
la pa nahuman… eating the sky… basta… sky is happiness? peace? Peace On Earth? whatever? Yes, that “gentleness” is eating the sky…
umaispink Said:
on December 16, 2007 at 9:44 am
hoi bokk, it was the sky that was being eaten here, not the air.
anyway, comment ko, rosy-fingered dawn is just a metaphor for some reddish light, u know, u ask the sky after the dawn…I see no petals in there, rosy suggests the color of teh dawn, not a rose or petals or thorns, blablabla…
i tried to go line per line to understand the images, but it seems to me that I was like reading a brainteaser… I cant connect one image to another…
nino Said:
on March 18, 2008 at 12:58 am
Before I comment, some few words to others:
1. Jep: that’s a grave accusation. You’d better back it up.
2. bokk: what’s leitmotif again? theme nalang kaya, mas bagay sa gusto mong ipahiwatig.
Comment here:
Actually, I don’t get it. Parang may ibig sabihin, pero hindi ko maintindihan. Is it the wind eating the sky, as the syntactical arrangement of the words would suggest? So I would agree with umaispink — can’t connect the images. Sorry.