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Comment 19 of 119, added on December 26th, 2011 at 9:15 AM.
For me, this poem defines our insatiability. We never get satisfied with
what we currently have. For instance, we want to be somewhere else. After
getting there, we want to go back.
Comment 14 of 119, added on December 7th, 2010 at 11:48 AM.
i think there should be more pasion in his poems because ithink he was a
man with little dis wregard for other people.
Comment 13 of 119, added on December 7th, 2010 at 11:42 AM.
i think that he should have put more feeling into his poems. im not sayin
it wasnt good i am sayin poems are supost to express ur feeling and im not
sure that is feally how he felt on the subject
from United States
Comment 12 of 119, added on December 2nd, 2010 at 8:43 PM.
I see this a little differently from everyone else, I think... When I read
this, the volta really strikes me-- that the strange part is, it WAS gold.
To me, it is about perspective. Perhaps up close, your idol really is
faulted clay. That does not mean that it cannot have true value when looked
at from the Earth, even if it is seen as something it truly is not.
Comment 11 of 119, added on August 20th, 2010 at 12:06 AM.
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky
How about 'ball of gold' = sun or a person you are looking up to?
Climbing up - analysing it/her/him - you will find 'it [her/him] was
But returning back to earth, you may see it/her/him shine as brightly as
before. - Which does not necessarily mean, you get trapped in its/her/his
Instead, with full knowledge of what(ever) it/she/he is, you
- may allow yourself to 'get trapped' and climb again
- can appreciate the beauty in simple things / an average person
- can pedestal sth./s.o. by your own choice even though you are aware
he/she/it is common.
(Thanks Rich for making me take notice of the horizon one. - The man
running reminds me a little of Sesame Street, the sketch with Beautiful Day
Monster, Cookie Monster and Baby Monster running in between them wanting to
'be there.' but always arriving at 'being here.')
So is there anyone out there still climbing for gold?
Anja from Germany
Comment 10 of 119, added on January 10th, 2010 at 9:16 AM.
This Crane poem strikes me as a commentary on our greatest use or maybe
misuse of our reasoning minds -- our propensity to self deceive even when
confronted with a reality. It seems similar to another poem of his -- #24:
"I saw a man pursuing the horizon... 'it is futile,' I said... 'You lie' he
cried, and ran on."
Rich from United States
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