Mistook a silver of light
For the warmth of the moon
How does one spend a long drawn day?
Drifting in the depths of dreams?
Or tucking time under the play of thoughts?I really like this poem.
The first two lines already capture my imagination. Usually in poetry we tend to associate sun with warmth, happiness, hope while moon with coldness, icy, aloof, etc. Instead the poet tells us that he/she
‘Mistook a silver of light
For the warmth of the moonÂ’
Warmth of the moon? Can you imagine how cold he/she felt?
The next three lines suggest the poet is in a semi-conscious state ‘Drifting in the depths of dreams?’ I guess he/she is alone, maybe bored, not sure what to do to pass time. Personally, the word ‘day’ in the third sentence could be interpreted as ‘life’ thus implicating the poet is quite young, maybe between 15 - 20 yrs old?
I lay my hand on the softness of my cheek
The tenderness, how long will it last?
But the night is still a dusk away
Although time is slipping from my grasp
Like the fall of tears from a newly blinded eyePhrases such as ‘softness of my cheek’ and ‘The tenderness’ support my previous hypothesis that the poet is quite young. Here he/she is pondering the cold realities of growing old, ‘The tenderness, how long will it last?’
The word ‘it’ could be interpreted as ‘youth’. But the poet continues to reassure himself/herself, ‘But the night is still a dusk away’, i.e. night may mean ‘old age’. However he/she does admits that Time waits for nobody, ‘slipping from my grasp’
However the last line in this stanza stunned me, ‘Like the fall of tears from a newly blinded eye’. This reminded me of the blinding of Gloucester in Shakespeare’s famous tragic King Lear. The scene of Cornwall plucking out Gloucester eyes with his bare hands and screams of poor Gloucester simply refuses to get out of my mind.
Is the poet trying to portray the cruelty of time forcefully ‘plucking’ the 'youth' out from him/her?
Turned from the brown of a well trotted path
Onto a green carpet that leads to a cliff
Treaded softly on the bridge of hopes
Lightly linked by tiny wishes
A dying love, or perhaps a ringThe mood changes in the third stanza as he/she led the readers from the trotted path to a land of greenery. When I read the second stanza I have a feeling that the poet is leading us to his/her inner world. The ‘green carpet’ is in contrast with the ‘well trotted path’. It is untouched by other people, a haven belonging to her/him alone.
Another image that comes into my mind as I read this stanza is of marriage or longing for love. Somehow the ‘green carpet’ reminds me of the ‘red carpet’ used in weddings. What I don’t understand is why does it led to a cliff? Another question is why ‘A dying love’? A ring I can understand, which may symbolize marriage, union of love, but why a dying love? Can it be that the longing of being love is so strong that even a dying love is better than no love at all?
Today a strong wind blew
Tomorrow may be dry and stark
But my life I knew nought of
Nothing to add to the whimsy bridge
Those frail emotions that have strengthed allIn the last stanza, the poet addresses the uncertainties of his/her and future. Being an emotional person, he /she concludes that ‘Those frail emotions’ are all he/she has to strengthen the ‘bridges of hopes’ and keep him/her going.
This is my interpretation, what about yours?