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Struggle

My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.

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  • philophant
    January 3, 2004
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    Who would think of comparing the soul to

    "the oar that momently
    Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
    Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:"

    ? This is a great poem. I think I shall quote the whole thing. Why cut it up?

    "My soul is like the oar that momently
    Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
    Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
    Each second I'm new-born from some new grave."

    In four lines, Lanier conveys a profound truth: everything CHANGES. (at least, that's how I see it...) One thing dies, another is born....