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Minggu, 21 November 2010

The story we know by martha collins

The way to begin is always the same. Hello,

Hello. Your hand, your name. So glad, just fine,
and Good bye at the end. That’s every story we know,

and why pretend? But lunch tomorrow? No?
Yes? An omelette, salad, chilled white wine?
The way to begin is simple, sane, Hello,

and then it’s Sunday, coffee, the Times, a slow
day by the fire, dinner at eight or nine
and Good bye. In the end, this is a story we know

so well we don’t turn the page, or look below
the picture, or follow the words to the next line:
The way to begin is always the same Hello.

But one night, through the latticed window, snow
begins to whiten the air, and the tall white pine.
Good bye is the end of every story we know

that night, and when we dose the curtains, oh,
we hold each other against that cold white sign
of the way we all begin and end. Hello,
Good bye is the only story. We know, we know.


analysis :
based on my opinion this poem has a stong feeling, this poetry is talking about the birth and the death, for more specific, how we live our life until we face the death. Begin with birth and then we grow up. Every people has their own way to live their life, how people concentrate on the worship of the self; lunch on the luxury restaurant, eat an expensive food and many more. By the time we are growing old we know that we are getting closer to the death, like the poem said “Of the way we all begin and end. Hello, Good-bye is the only story”