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I just blogged about this poem... you can click below if you want to read my thoughts on it. But generally, I think this is just an amazing poem about grief and really altered my perception of "levels" of grief and helped me stop secretly comparing my grief to others. I hope some of you find some comfort in it as well.
'Tis good- the looking back on Grief-
To re-endure a Day-
We thought the mighty funeral-
Of all conceived Joy-
To recollect how Busy Grass
Did meddle- one by one-
Till all the Grief with Summer- waved
And none could see the stone.
And though the Wo you have Today
Be larger- As the Sea
Exceeds it's unremembered Drop-
They're Water- equally
Duh... I am so oblivious sometimes in my lit dork haze... I'll provide a little analysis (my own of course, and not by any means 'the last word').
The way I see it, the poem is basically a narrator reflecting on grief that she once experienced. She starts by saying it is good to look back on the day that the grief began, because in one way, its behind her now. Even though she thought then that she could never feel joy again, now (however much time later) she knows that she has the capacity to heal and move forward with her life.
The second verse is more difficult. I see it as imagery- the grass around a tombstone being like people gathering around or fixating on a source of grief. But like grass grows taller in the summer sun and eventually obscures the tomb from sight, in the same way, good things in our lives eventually take precedence over our grief and we sometimes even forget its there.
To me, the last verse is looking at going through grief yet again, or looking at a new source of pain. It kind of draws comfort from the past, because the narrator now knows that she can get through it, AND at the same time, she's reminded that her past grief is never really gone (which IS comforting, in an odd way). Even though the new grief may feel stronger (larger as the sea), the old grief still matters (the drop). She comes to a recognition that there is no 'size' when it comes to grief- the sea is made up of drops, and raindrops are drawn from the sea. Basically, its kind of the "we're all in this together" kind of realization.
To me it was a comforting thought of how futile it is to try and 'compare' one grief to another. I love the last line: They're Water- equally. The image also brings to mind the ebb and flow of pain that we ALL go through in life, regardless of the source. And reminds me that we NEED to be there for each other, to give each other the freedom to kind of 'dump our bucket' of grief into the sea, and be acknowledged for it. We don't need to go diving into the sea to try and separate out everyone's portion to determine who has more.
KWIM? LOL... maybe I'm weird. But finding stuff like this is a huge comfort to me.
excellent analysis. I also like that last line. I actually see a lot of people comparing themselves to me, being that I cohost this subforum where predominantly losses are early, and mine was so much later.
I truly don't believe my pain is any worse than anyone else's. It's just...different. In the end, we all hurt.
I like that last paragraph. To me it reminds me that every every grief is just a drop in the sea made up of all our moments... they're all water, all blended together to make this tapestry that is our lives.