My Wheel is in the dark,– I cannot see a spoke, Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
My foot is on the tide– An unfrequented road, Yet have all roads A “clearing” at the end.
Some have resigned the loom, Some in the busy tomb Find quaint employ, Some with new, stately feet Pass royal through the gate, Flinging the problem back at you and me. (pg. 227)
The beauty in poetry is the relationships found by our beloved poets. I usually don’t care for observational type poems that finish with what it means to the speaker. That, for me, seems almost rude, like having a conversation with someone who only wants to tell you about their experiences. Anyone can observe something and draw conclusion. What is interesting is the affect it has on the speaker and the relationship of the images and words. Emily finds the carriage wheel as an analogy of the self, pairs it with the circular loom. To create this type of poem, it takes more effort but is more fun to write and read.