“And people saw that every sort of beauty, every sort of love was from the gods, and they became free and bold, and they grew wings.”
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.
As I have read and admired sections of this collection of speech/essays by Woolf, I have finally found a copy of my own. I take special care to find my special copy of my favorite books and I usually prefer vintage editions because more effort and higher quality was produced by the publishers. Virginia is the perfect start to the literature section of this blog.
To begin my journey as a blog writer, I would like to use this first post as a champagne bottle to burst upon a new beginning, and who better than Greta Garbo to represent the glamour portion of the blog.
Happy December 17th,