The blood of the angels stains my shoes.
Their tears drown my children.
Their nudity shames my wife.
Their pain scorns my mother.
Their screams awake my dead.
What a vile wind blows here; full of words better left unsaid.
I agree with Renee. I can take away my own meaning from this poem, but does my meaning agree with your intent?
I assume that you were writing about enslaved persons. Am I correct?
When I read this poem, I desperately wanted to know who the 'angels' were. Thinking about it, though, I wonder if it's important for me to decide who the angels are on my own.
Wow!!! What a moving poem. I read it over five times. It's extremely evocative writing.
Isa, I think it's interesting to ponder whether a reader can and should derive their own meaning from a work. Or, does the author have a responsibility to make his/her intended meaning painfully clear? Anyone have any thoughts on this? I love to take away my own meaning from literature, but my English professors through the years have accused me of missing the author's intent.
Firstly, thanks for all the feedback guys!
I'm fascinated that the Image of slavery has been connected with this piece, though that was not my original intent. In truth, I had no original intent in writing the Poem, it's just what came out. So any meaning you derive from it is correct. While I do have my own thoughts about it, they hold no more weight than anyone else's opinion.
Outstanding poem. The words carry a strong image. When I read the poem images of slavery are formed in my mind. Am I reading this excellent poem correctly?
Powerful imagery! It is interesting that the "vile wind" is "full of words better left unsaid." To me, it was a surprising ending, but words do have tremendous power. Great job!
Absolutely awesome, on so many levels. I can't wait to read more!
whoa, that reminds me of an African man who was visiting a plantation here in the USA- he was weeping because this is what had happened to his people.It gave me a different perspective.
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