| Title: The Face Of Sorrow Author: seasage Type: Poem On the surface it is a poem about the defiling of nature, though I get the feeling there is something more here that I'm not able to fully grasp. You choose the oceans as your means of purity. The gull becomes your symbol for nature, and who knows what else. It is an allusive symbol that could mean many things, but that it feels an affinity with the rower seems to be like you are making a connection between this man and nature, and of course with the notion of individuality and freedom. Even on the ocean, the man is unable to be free of man's offensive presence. He comes across the large fishing ship that rocks him about and throws back the shark that it has killed. The waves maybe represent man's intrusion on the ocean, and upon the speaker. The killing of the shark, a symbol of the destruction mankind is causing to nature. The writing is poignant, beautiful and there is at least one message here that makes the story worth reading. That the man continues to paddle on, there is something there too. Is he avoiding something, or seeking it? It is interesting that at the end, he finds what he is looking for, which I take to mean both that the found that mythical land and he likely died in the process. So in a way, one can either see it as a search or as an act of self-destruction, in order to read an idyllic place. The ocean may not be the ocean. The gull may not be a gull. The ocean may be your life and the gull that one thing that keeps you connected to it. That boat may be your escape. There may be something you are trying to avoid, like a dying relationship, and so metaphorically, you have taken to the sea, hoping to escape all the changes in your world that are soon to come. It is just an idea, but maybe it's a possibility? That would be that "something" I couldn't uncover at the beginning. The tone might border on the excessive at times, as the notion of a polluted world causing someone such distress seems a stretch, but of course, if it is, as I suspect, more than just someone worried about nature, that tone speaks effectively for such pain. It is an excellent poem.
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