Comment 2 of 2, added on January 2nd, 2007 at 3:09 AM.
An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me --
With them would Harbor be --
it is a very short poem but brings me a high touch.
a sea is wide and deep and mysterious... that's me, in one hour i can do
anything especially sailing in my sea of idea and thoughts... that will
separate me from others, that will differentiate from others who do
different things in the same hour... that differentiate me from those who
don't do anything... that will differentiate me --a thinker or emily the
poet-- from anybody else
and when that one hour passes and i stop thinking, i meet them again, i do
the same things as others do... as normal people--not as a poet or thinker
an hour can be a very wide see, a very deep sea that brings me away from
others. and i want my one hour of sea to be the most precious and beautiful
time i have in life
thanks emily :)
rike from Indonesia
Comment 1 of 2, added on November 12th, 2004 at 7:30 PM.
I think that she is talking about how an hour can go on forever like a vast
sea, and that in turn leads to how this harbors her, and how she is
commpletly okay with this fact.
from United States