The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,
Hooves, dolorous bells -
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,
A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
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This poem, to me is very depressing.
She speaks of "stepping off," of falling off an incline, and although she speaks of the hills into whiteness, it makes me think she is actually speaking of herself. It is a scary whiteness she speaks of.
And then she writes of a flower left out, disappointment, morning blackening and being starless and fatherless - "a dark water," has given up hope.
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