To comprehend means to grasp with the mind. there is no possible way you can comprehend these poems without deeply analyzing them, which is what i did with the poem working together by David whyte. this poem brings a sense of realness to a lot of things, and situations in the world. for example “we shape ourself to fit this world” most of us continuously do things to portray a person that is not who we truly are. we shape our self to what we think the world expects us to be, these worldly expectations. “and by the world are shaped again” . But the truth is the worldly expectations are made by us, we are the world, so if we set the expectations realistically then we know how to live up to them realistically. “the visible and the invisible”. i took this as the people you see all over the tv and the magazines to us everyday people. but then i also compared this to all the recent race riots going on in ferguson. How African Americans feel invisible and they feel as if the white race is the only visible race. it really could be interpreted many different ways. “working together in common cause, to produce the miraculous” on this earth nothing is accomplished without working together for a goal. weather is something small like a group project in school or something larger then life like sending a spaceship into space. skipping down a couple of lines and we get to the lines saying “shape our own self by forming it well, to the great intangibles about us”. this served as an amazing close out because at the end of the day, just like at the end of the poem its about what we make out of life with what we have.
this poem stood out to me more than the others for one reason, i could really relate to it and comprehend what the authors point was. The other poems i didn't seem to interpret well because they kinda beat around the bush. “summons” by Robert Francis did not make any sense to me whatsoever. it was hard to relate or to take a meaning or for in fact anything away from it. “Keep me from going to sleep too soon Or if I go to sleep too soon Come wake me up. Come any hour Of night. Come whistling up the road. Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.” compare that to the first two lines of “we shape ourselves..” and it's clear to see which one is easier to understand. when i read that poem, i don't know what i'm reading, its a bunch of random words put together to make a poem. you have no clue who Francis is talking about or who he is referencing.
David whyte's poem is a work of literature i can see applying to my everyday life whereas Robert Francis’s has little or no meaning to me.
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