Third blog: Bridget

I have found that when I read the title of a poem, I spend too much energy on trying to figure out how that title fits them poem. For the poem A Martian Sends a Postcard Home, I read the poem taking that title literally and trying to find a story about a martian and a postcard. However, I realized I was kidding myself and when I read it without thinking of the title, I read things a little differently...

the first three stanzas were a continuation of one another, but the fourth began on something new...as did the sixth and the seventh. It was cool seeing which couplets were relating to which, such as couplets starting with line 13-16 about a Model T and how it relates to travel. Starting at line 19 I thought it had to do with a child sleeping, though I am not sure why they used the word ghost as a substitute. As I read starting on line 25, I began to think about martians...I thought maybe that this poem, especially these lines had to do with how the human race would look like to an outsider. The last two couplets was a really cool way to describe dreaming, to someone/thing that has never experienced it before...like a martian, for example. At night, when all the colours die, they hide in pairs and read about themselves-- in colour, with their eyelids shut. I really loved those lines.

That was my favorite poem for today, but I also enjoyed A few words in the mother tongue. The poem can trip you up if you dwell too much on the words in a different language, but the words that are in English are quite simple, and the message is a reality. I found myself laughing and agreeing with the poet's way of describing characteristics of a woman and her life.