It took dominion everywhere. The jar was gray and bare. It did not give of bird or bush, Like nothing else in Tennessee.
The writer uses contrasting words like "gray and bare" and then "bird or bush" to show how the jar is very different from its surroundings.
Shoot, We nicknamed you “Cat-killer,”
I don't think so
Because you are not the picturesque ermine, armadillo, or bat.
You sure?
And even when they sent exterminators, set flame to garbage, half dead, and on fire, you pushed on.
The rats fought back.
The scent of your collapsed corpse rotting beneath floorboards. Your frantic squeals as you wrestle at your own fur from glue traps, ripping flesh from skin in an attempt to survive.
Rats live hard lives and they are constantly being tortured by people who hate them for ridiculous reasons.
Like, look at this little guy.
But look at the beast, the poet tells me. The table is already full, and Rat, you are not a right, worthy thing.
People are so hateful towards rats but when they are domesticated and clean and healthy they are actually so cute.
Scrape your underbelly against street, concrete, you better squeak and raise the whole world, Rat; let loose a plague of words, Rat, and remind them that you, that I— we are worthy of every poem. Here.
Just because rats are not always considered good, pretty, or picturesque, doesn't mean that they are not worthy of being in a poem. Poems can be about anything.
We have heard tell of Mathilde’s laments,
Lament:a passionate expression of grief or sorrow
A man sits mournful, his mind in darkness, so daunted in spirit he deems himself ever after fated to endure.
This means that someone feels as if they will only ever know pain and suffering.
That passed over, this can too.
It says this in each stanza and it sounds a lot like my feeble attempts at reassuring myself after something unideal takes place.
Then he turned to her. It was too soon; she was still in the cavern. He saw her in the dim light, and he held out his arms to clasp her; but on the instant she was gone. She had slipped back into the darkness.
This is extremely sad; they were so close to being together. I would have felt scammed.
and my thoughts, no god can take that;
Her thoughts are the only thing she is able to keep to herself.
why did you turn back? why did you glance back? why did you hesitate for that moment? why did you bend your face caught with the flame of the upper earth, above my face?
She is sad that Orpheus doubted her and turned to look back, which cost them their unity.
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
The others who witnessed the fall of Icarus did not see it as a major or impactful event. Perspective provides many different stories and angles of one event.
