If I were ye,
an ye were me,
and that made three,
or four?
Why, we'd sip tea,
an me-lo-dy,
o'er that made three,
and four!
Four or three, maid?
that and me were!
ye an ye were...
1 If.
note: Christy told me she thought this might have been a poetic account of a romantic conversation. It was intended to be a conversation between an old man and a little girl.
5 comments:
John,
Your blogs are always thought provoking. I think I agree with your comment. I have been thinking about how we humans experience time as opposed to how God sees time. It's a mind-stretching topic.
oh dear... you put my observation as a notice on your blog! I'm sure I was the only who thought it could be that way, especially since I didn't see the picture of the old man!
Wow. Now I'm even more befuddled. I thought I had a fairly clear picture of some possible interpretations of this cryptic poem. But I thought it neither a romantic exchange, nor an exchange between an old man and small child.
In any case, I really like it. Even if my interpretation is not correct.
Very cool ideas, John. Are you familiar with Mircea Eliade? He had some provocative things to say about the concept of cyclical time. :)
poetry seems to be a little bit like music: it is good to the extent that we can make it our own.
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