Alfanuari 19019002

Basic Poetry

Week 2

Question
(May Swenson)

Body my house The body is his house, his hound, and horse. It is a soul, senses and feeling.
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen What would happen if the body, the horse, and the hound fallen? Probably
he thought what would happen if he died.
Die
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt

Where can I go
without my mount Vehicle
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead Hereafter
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead Thinking ability
How would it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye The eye of the wind

With cloud for shift

how will I hide? He tried to escape from the death

Possible idea:
This poem describes the feelings of someone who is afraid of death. He was confused what will
happen when he dies and what will happen when his body, soul, and feelings were separated.
 May Swenson - Southbound On the Freeway

Orbit is the curved path of a celestial object or spacecraft around a star, planet, or moon,
A tourist came in from Orbitville, especially a periodic elliptical revolution. While 'ville' used in fictitious place. I think this may
parked in the air, and said: be an alien. Moreover, he was parked in the air. A kind of alien with advanced technology.

The creatures of this star This alien doesn't seem to know the difference between planets and stars, or maybe he
are made of metal and glass. didn't visit a planet? But what star has an object made of metal and glass?

Through the transparent parts an object made of glass that can be seen what is inside it.
you can see their guts. is it a window? what window is that?

Their feet are round and roll it must be a car, so the window is a car’s window
on diagrams--or long

measuring tapes--dark highway

with white lines.

They have four eyes. car’s lamps

The two in the back are red.

Sometimes you can see a 5-eyed

one, with a red eye turning
is it a rotator lamp? is it a police car, or ambulance, or some other car?
on the top of his head.
He must be special-

the others respect him,

and go slow,
it can be an ambulance or a police car
when he passes, winding
among them from behind.

They all hiss as they glide, so this is a police car that usually chases bad drivers
like inches, down the marked

tapes. Those soft shapes,

shadowy inside the drivers

the hard bodies--are they

their guts or their brains? driver controlling car or car controlling driver

Possible idea:
This poem describes an alien who visited earth and saw a police car on a highway. He was
wondering whether a human was controlling a car, or a car was controlling a human.