While reading this poem, I entered through the gate of the eyes. The language was so descriptive, that I could really feel the individual scenes mesh into a whole narrative. I saw the flashes of color: the orange of the rust and the whiteness of the outside "tooth". There were also a lot of still images in this poem. It felt like the speaker was describing a still life painting without any images, and the only thing that really moved was the lovers quarreling. I guess in a word, I could say that this poem is very "quiet". Even the quarrel itself is reduced to just a word, and doesn't include any shouting or screaming. Definitely isolation vibes!
While reading this poem, I entered through the gate of the eyes. The language was so descriptive, that I could really feel the individual scenes mesh into a whole narrative. I saw the flashes of color: the orange of the rust and the whiteness of the outside "tooth". There were also a lot of still images in this poem. It felt like the speaker was describing a still life painting without any images, and the only thing that really moved was the lovers quarreling. I guess in a word, I could say that this poem is very "quiet". Even the quarrel itself is reduced to just a word, and doesn't include any shouting or screaming. Definitely isolation vibes!