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Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!
Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!
Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!
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hi,
thought id b the first to give you some feedback...
its interesting the idea that the butterfly is content, it doesn't need the high life, the fame the glamour... it is content with wat it has... no presure to climb the ranks of life but to enjoy the pleasures of what already surrounds him... one day he will leave his posted shoe and find a new safe haven ... but at the moment he is content, settled down and waiting for the right time...
well this is part of my interpretation of your poem anyway...
to me the butterfly flying off in its whiteness and glory kind of reminds me of us going up into glory when Christ returns ... the beauty of such an event... we will no longer wish for pleasures on earth and will no longer be content with our position in life ... we will want Christ ... the best there ever is...
kazza
katrina from Australia