Waking in April
Waking in April
Drifting on the birdsong river
between no light and light
and the sleep of a man and a cat,
I wear the old shirt
my mother made me seventy years ago,
nightshirt, dayshirt,
winter coat, wedding gown.
I wonder, as it wears away to rags
and gauze, will there be a mirror
to see the naked soul in,
or only an unraveling of shadow
as the day widens
and things grow clearer.
--Ursula K. LeGuin
Drifting on the birdsong river
between no light and light
and the sleep of a man and a cat,
I wear the old shirt
my mother made me seventy years ago,
nightshirt, dayshirt,
winter coat, wedding gown.
I wonder, as it wears away to rags
and gauze, will there be a mirror
to see the naked soul in,
or only an unraveling of shadow
as the day widens
and things grow clearer.
--Ursula K. LeGuin
posted by matt iv at 6:49 AM
2 Comments:
I often wonder if I understand the message the writer is presenting. I know my thoughts are usually pretty simple, so my question here will relate that, but
Is this a realization of her life and place within this universe and the questioning of an "eternal life" or something to that effect?
And then is the shirt, obviously a metaphor of her life?
Anyway, I like this a lot, and that is what it makes me think of when I read it.
Thanks for the post.
bb,
I like your questions. Thanks for your thoughts.
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