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Comment 3 of 8, added on December 26th, 2006 at 12:06 PM.
In poems, most of all, each word counts. So, two errors in the text of
"Rowing" should be noted, if not corrected. The dolls have "plastic"
mouths, not "plactic". I learned this from listening to a recording of
Anne Sexton reading the poem. And a simple misspelling of "inside" towards
the end is careless and an affront to a beautiful and haunting poem. To be
fair, the "plactic/plastic" error is on several other sites. The poem
still works in spite of these errors.
from United States
Comment 2 of 8, added on April 17th, 2006 at 1:21 PM.
This poem to me describes how man is born and grown and what he/she faces
as growing materializes. Many poets from other cultures have depicted the
same verses in their own language though with a bit of variation. My self
being Iranian have soptted 2 poems. One from Ahamd Shamloo named "The
beginning" and the other by Esmail Shahroodi named "the seeds of wine"
Comment 1 of 8, added on September 20th, 2005 at 12:14 AM.
I would scan this.
I would close read this.
I would put this poem under the fine microscope of my mid twenties and
but it just seems right to love this from a far.