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the water of a God-like river
seems standing still
while moving so fast that
before you know it
the ten thousand mile long journey
from the distant mountains
to the far away ocean
is over
leaving you thoughtful and a little bit
sad
Senna Jawa
2011-01-06
the globe or the stars, mindblowing. TK U MLJ LV NV
The entire poem but for the last two lines appears to be an extended metaphor for a life that has ended.
It is only a little sad that this life has ended because there is a completion to a life that has gone full circle: ending is a success.
Thank you for each word which was kind.
A poem should have a value even without any interpretation, without decoding the metaphors or looking for its background. Perhaps this poem did, I hope. You may still welcome a few notes.
To the Chinese, centuries ago, tall mountains and great rivers were Gods. Their world had about ten thousand of their Chinese miles in diameter (their miles were shorter than ours today). Thus "ten thousand miles" was a poetic equivalent of "infinity". The former is material thus poetic (and dramatic--their children were sent to wars thousands of miles away), while the latter--infinity--is abstract.
So much for the historical background. I'll leave the metaphor for you, while it's always nice to have the direct option too: that a river is a river, and a journey is a journey.
I wrote a number of poems last night.
They were about a number things.
Time. Life. The impossibly long. The impossibly short.
I threw them all away.
I knew I would.
Yours is better.
I was pooped last night for a marathon bout of essay writing. Those lines I was a problem with before, I get now. I don't know what I was thinking...