Peteskid

• Last seen on Nov 14 9:04 PM. Member since February 4, 2007.
• I have 179 comments, 1,724 poems, 2 stories, 11 journals

My other items

• Column: Variation on a sonnet at allpoetry
  a variation on a sonnet form
• not the same at allpoetry
  She’s a sunset
  loves night more than day
• Anne Sexton Eyes... at allpoetry
  I don't fall in love easily
  but the heart has a will of its own

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Comments

• on Love Compared by Nizar Qabbani, on October 2

  so simple and so complete...PK
• on In the Middle of the Road by Carlos Drummond de Andrade, on September 6

  I think there are two levels for this poem, one is the simple lesson oflife, for the young, that life encounters obstacles and we must learn, be adept at overcoming them.
  
  On another level, the repetition is like a lesson from life, in the last 8 years in the US we had a thing like this, a government, a failed government, reiterating safety and fear...Red alerts, orange alerts, spend a fortune searching us for something that was someplace else [ I guess the light was better here] we could never forget the stone they put in the road.
  
  For Drummond, part of this message was the preoccupation of the government with censorship, and in a sense thought control, like in the US some political gain from an atmosphere of officially sponsored concern over subversive activity : a protest he did this quite a lot.
  PK
• on The Gypsy And The Wind by Federico Garcia Lorca, on September 2

  I enjoyed this on an artistic level, not involved with presumptions about nationalities and cultural generalization, the poem is about a girl, in somewhat mystical circumstances. Her tambourine gives her the impression of controlling the night, rendering the stars into silence, until a lustful character in the form of the wind, assaults her peace. She flees to the nearest place perhaps, or one that might offer safety, and the wind, in an ominous background, pursues her still.
  As a story, or legend it is magical and fantastic. In Spanish, quite lyrical, and even in translation it has a piercing sense of mood, happiness, to danger, to the seeming safety...but in lingering pursuit.
  The imagery of the parchment moon, the sights and sounds all give the reader a sense that there is much more to the story- symbolism open to many interpretations...PK
• on To wake, To live by Carlos Drummond de Andrade, on August 23

  Torturer of the innocent- the comment from Cristina from Brazil below puts this as a love poem and it makes fine sense that way, the purple madness and torturer become expressions of passion and intensity and it fits very well. Drummond's work seems to be able to express many things at once, and now i have seen the wry side of him too, and i must say it invites a delicious parody too...PK