People who are afraid of themselves
Multiply themselves into families
And so divide themselves
And so become less afraid.
People who might have to go out
Into clanging strangers' laughter,
Crowd under roofs, make compacts
To no more than smile at each other.
People who might meet their own faces
Or surprise their own voices in doorways
Build themselves rooms without mirrors
And live between walls without echoes.
People who might meet other faces
And unknown voices round corners
Build themselves rooms all mirrors
And live between walls all echoes.
People who are afraid to go naked
Clothe themselves in families, houses,
But are still afraid of death
Because death one day will undress them.
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tessimonds poem expresses much imgery makeing it a hard picee to understand at first glimse, in doing so it creates gaps rather than filling them the second stanza tessimond appears to be talking about a church or a group of people who share the same belife living together though are not the domient belief or regilion at the time. each of the stanza the people who life in that type of house are all affraid of someting which is cleard up in the last stanza they are all affraid of death.
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The first stanza and the last stanza speak volumes and are pretty philosophical point-of-views. The in-between stanza's are just the echoes of the first and last.
I do, however, like the last line, I feel, it speaks more volume than the totality of the piece itself:
'because death one day will undress them.'
This is o-so-true.
This is a great and philosophical piece by Tessimond, the first piece that I would consider to be philosophical, that I've read of his so far.
I hope to read more.
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