Waking to a haze
of green outside the window,
I pause for a se-
cond, creating a
void. I went to sleep thinking
about Lent and Palm
Sunday, irony
of triumphalism. All
too human. And now
this delicate wash
of green over everything.
How nature makes fun
of all our projects;
it just happens and if we
notice, we change too.
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Yes: Palm Sunday, all too human; hubris maybe. And Nature making fools of us? Well yes, if we personify it, which is almost an irresistible temptation (but not quite!). Interesting poem Tom; made me think.
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Thanks John. As to ‘personification’ I think the taboo has to be revised as we question the univocal self. Surely events in nature may awaken us to our own roots in the material world of nature, snapping us out of our cultural fixes. One way to understand the sublime.
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Oh yes, I’m not opposed to a bit of personification! I think it is probably something our minds have evolved to practice. For good reason.
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