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Comment 49 of 889, added on July 11th, 2005 at 6:38 PM.

I think the line, "(with up so floating many bells down)" has to do with
the fact that the men and women are oblivious "Ding-Dongs". anyone and
noone are in love and it is literary tradition to put lovers up (be it in
the clouds, on the moon, etc.) however, it is the bells (that go "ding
dong") that bring them down.

Georgia from United States
Comment 48 of 889, added on June 14th, 2005 at 11:05 PM.

I was thinking that the "(and only the snow can begin to explain how
children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells
down)" line menat something about only time can tell (the whole seasonal
references made multiple time w/ each of the seasons beign stages of
life)...anyway only time can tell why children grow up to be these
conformists as well and why they don't consider the possibility of change
in the monotony.
...and maybe: I see motion in the bells line and I think it refers to the
redundancy of the twon and how it goes back and forth like a bell over and
over and over...

Tee Bee
Comment 47 of 889, added on June 8th, 2005 at 4:55 PM.

WOW! This poem is freakin' awesome. It shows a very important thing that
is going wrong in societies today: people aren't being genuine and don't
appreciate the few who do. anyone and noone are the couple that is truly
in love, and
"they" are the followers or conformatists: they "went their came," but
that's all they did. This is really a great poem. Maybe it's hard to see
at first, but you'll see my point if you just know who anyone and noone
are.

Alex Rentz from United States
Comment 46 of 889, added on June 7th, 2005 at 6:44 PM.

This poem was weird. I did not get any part of this. Did you know that dong
means your dick. Anyway, It might be a good poem and I am sure he does not
mean that.

Krishna
Comment 45 of 889, added on June 7th, 2005 at 1:07 PM.

Jill, your comments were great. I think the most interesting and
difficult line is "with up so floating many bells down". My thoughts on
this line: (1) it suggests the passage of time in 2 ways - the ups and
downs, suggests a wave-like rhythm of time passing. Plus, more obviously,
its a reference to the use of church bells to signal the hourly passage of
time. (2) I think its also the process of conformity. Its originally
introduced as a specific feature of this town, and, later, as a feature of
what happens when time passes. Some children start out having no fear of
expressing their individuality, "floating" "up" above the mundane world,
but as time passes they are brought "down" to same conformist level as
everyone else and "forget" their original individuality. The only
optimistic note is that "many" of the children experience this process, but
apparently not all.

Paul from United States
Comment 44 of 889, added on June 3rd, 2005 at 1:23 AM.

Okay, anyone is a man, and noone is a woman--his one true love. Their
neighbors ("both dong and ding") are ding-dongs or idiots concerned with
the artificial and mundane. They, the townspeople, are unconcerned with
this couple who experiences things genuinely and happily ("he sang his
didn't he danced his did", "she laughed his joy she cried his grief").
They are blind to love and live unhappily by being fake ("laughed their
cryings and did their dance", "said their nevers they slept their dream").
They aren't genuine--they're more concerned with what they "should" be
doing and feeling. They never truly live and don't take any risks. A
little credit is given to clear-eyed children, who "guessed but only a few"
about the genuine love between anyone and noone. But, as they got older,
"down they forgot" how to see true love. (Breakfast Club quote: "when you
grow up, your heart dies.") But, even after death, this couples' souls are
intertwined--more than ever ("all by all and deep by deep and more by more
they dream their sleep") while the townsfolk continue being shallow,
backwards, and insincere ("reaped their sowing and went their came"). The
poem is a story about two people who demonstrate the individuality and
rareness of true, undying love. Not unlike in the story "The Gift of the
Magi", their love is unspoiled, untarnished, and true. They celebrate each
other's accomplishments as their own and support each other in hard times.
It's hard to see at first, but each reading will continue to unravel the
knots in its meaning. It's the "Pretty Woman" of poetry.

Jill from United States
Comment 43 of 889, added on May 27th, 2005 at 10:24 AM.

hey me again, i read this poem and a part of me got it and im still trying
to convince the other side whats it about. anyways this was a great poem
makes me wanna be gay and suck someone off, :)

zach
Comment 42 of 889, added on May 22nd, 2005 at 5:07 PM.

I'm fasinated by this guys poems! He is amazing!
P.S. Dylan Partic Sullivan is HOT!

Nickii from Brazil
Comment 41 of 889, added on May 22nd, 2005 at 12:54 AM.

I always viewed noone and anyone as two lovers. I don't know if the comment
has been posted or not, but if u read the poem and replace noone and anyone
with real names you will see my point.

Jared Bryer from United States
Comment 40 of 889, added on May 18th, 2005 at 9:23 PM.

Stephanie, thanks for pointing this out, it helped me read the poem again
and maybe understand it a little better. I think in "with up so floating
many bells down" the bells (or rather their ding-dongs) are the people who
live in the town. You see, the last stanza starts with "Women and men(both
dong and ding)". Not sure I grasp the essence of the up and down contrast
in the verse, though. Of course bells are up in towers and people are down
on the streets and in the houses, but surely there's some further meaning.
Maybe it's simply a bit of irony regarding people's mundane pride in their
"pretty how town". All the people busy on the streets, all proud like
floating bells - how ironical it is that all these bells are not up in
towers but swarming down at ground level... Or maybe the contrast suggests
how the high expectations upon marriage gradually deflate as times goes by
and routine takes over. In other words, the bells float up in the sky to
marry people who ascend to happiness and hope for a while ["someones
married their everyones / laughed their cryings and did their dance /
(sleep wake hope...", in the fifth stanza], but these married people will
eventually descend to everyday's routine again ["... and then)they / said
their nevers they slept their dream"]. Then, "(and only the snow can begin
to explain / how children are apt to forget to remember / with up so
floating many bells down)". Surely the snow knows a little about falling
from the sky to become a sheet of coldness down on earth. But while
someones and everyones "slept their dream" in life, anyone and noone "dream
their sleep" even beyond it.

Carlos Malha from Portugal

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