The first lines "half asleep on the cold grass night rain flicking the maples, under a black bowl upside-down,on a flat land, on a wobbling speck, smaller then stars, space." could mean that some one is laying on the ground, it could be the writer of this poem. We think he could be thinking, maybe day dreaming. The black bowl upside down could mean the sky as if he was looking up at the sky, from laying on a flat land. The speck could be a reference to himself, he could feel like a small speck compared the the universe that he's looking at.
The next lines "the size of a seed, hollow as a birds skull. Light flies across it-never is seen." The hollow as a birds scull could mean that it's quiet and that he can't hear anything around him. The air or area around him feels hollow and desolate. When light flies across it -never is seen could be a shooting star that he has never seen before. The feeling he has is new and exciting.
The next part of the poem "a big rock weathered funny, old tree trunks turned stone, split rocks and find clams. all that time loving;" This is showing how things have been aging or have already aged. A big rock weathered funny, old tree trunks turned stone, the objects symbolizes something in this poem. By the author using the word weathered it puts an image in your mind creating a stereotype. An old rock that has been through a lot outdoors, like storms, or like someone growing old with perhaps some wisdom.
"Two flesh persons changing, clung to door frames, notions, spear-hafts in a rubble of years." This line means that two people are changing in opposite directions, the couple could be getting farther apart from each other and they don't like that. That's why they clinging onto objects to try to pull them back to where they used to be. They want to take control over the past few years, maybe go back and change it so they could stay together. It's been rubble or broken for years.
"Touching, this dream, pops. it was real: and it lasted forever." These lines mean that the man had woken up from his dream, realizing that it was just a dream. Maybe he wished that it would come back to life, like it was in the past. He wants it to be real again, he wanted it forever.
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Gary Snyder (the poet) |