humming on her porch,
wood-shingled and rain-worn.
Ho la di de, ho la di da.
Sometimes there is a boy in your mind
and you fall into him,
your body sprinkling apart in joyous blue--now your blue--
a color you jump into,
canyon of sky.
I shout! I kick!
I run run run
How could I ever explain to you all,
you masses,
how deeply I want to hold you?
Energetic. I like it. I'm not sure I understand it. But then again, I never *understand* poetry. Are you supposed to understand it? Or are you supposed to read and feel the emotions that pour through it?
ReplyDeleteStarts off slower and mellow. For some reason I imagine a Houston mid-summer, midday downpour, just the end of it though. And then the sky clears up and blue of the sky is bright and clear and almost hurts. And you just feel like running, playing and laughing.
But this bugs me. I don't understand the significance of the title. http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Sichuan
ReplyDeleteIs this what you are talking about? Is it the various links to food that I saw when I typed the title into Google? I think that makes more sense, but I don't know why. Perhaps it is something written after eating that type of cuisine? Does that change what I should think about the poem? Should I imagine the woman on the porch after a big meal and move on from there? Do I just respond to the single word: "rain?"
Am I asking too many questions? The answer to that last question is undoubtedly yes. But I just want to know!