The poem describes life as being like different things such as a straight line drawn on paper, a smoke ring, or a field that is being hoed every day. It says that life could be anything from a nest with one egg to a hallway with a thousand rooms, and that some days life feels like everything and nothing all at once. The poet reflects that life is fluid and takes on different meanings depending on one's perspective or mood in that moment.
The poem describes life as being like different things such as a straight line drawn on paper, a smoke ring, or a field that is being hoed every day. It says that life could be anything from a nest with one egg to a hallway with a thousand rooms, and that some days life feels like everything and nothing all at once. The poet reflects that life is fluid and takes on different meanings depending on one's perspective or mood in that moment.
The poem describes life as being like different things such as a straight line drawn on paper, a smoke ring, or a field that is being hoed every day. It says that life could be anything from a nest with one egg to a hallway with a thousand rooms, and that some days life feels like everything and nothing all at once. The poet reflects that life is fluid and takes on different meanings depending on one's perspective or mood in that moment.
Believe me, I will use them both We made a start Be it a false one, I know Baby, I don't want to feel alone So kiss me where I lay down My hands pressed to your cheeks A long way from the playground I have loved you since we were 18 Long before we both thought the same thing To be loved and to be in love All I can do is say that these arms Are made for holding you, oh-oh I wanna love like you made me feel When we were 18 We took a chance God knows we tried Yet all along, I knew we'd be fine So pour me a drink, oh love And let's split the night wide open And we'll see everything we can Living love in slow motion, motion, motion So kiss me where I lay down My hands pressed to your cheeks A long way from the playground I have loved you since we were 18 Long before we both thought the same thing To be loved and to be in love And all I can do is say that these arms Are made for holding you, oh-oh-oh And I wanna love like you made me feel When we were 18 When we were 18 Oh, Lord, when we were 18 Kiss me where I lay down My hands pressed to your cheeks A long way from the playground I have loved you since we were 18 Long before we both thought the same thing To be loved and to be in love And all I can do is say that these arms Are made for holding you And I wanna love like you made me feel When we were 18 I wanna love like you made me feel When we were 18 I wanna love like you made me feel When we were 18 M. DAFFA SATRIA – XI 10
MY LIFE
Sometimes I see it as a straight line drawn with a pencil and a ruler
transecung the circle of the world or as a finger piercing a smoke-ring, casual, inquisitive, our men the sun wil come out or the phone will ring and I will cease to wonder if it is one thing. a large ball of air and memory, or many things, a string of small farming towns, a dark road winding through them. Let us say it is a field I have been hocing every day. hoeing and singing, then going to sleep in one of its furrows, or now that it is more than half over, a partially open door, rain dripping from the eaves. Like yours, it could be anything. a nest with one egg, a hallway that leads to a thousand rooms- whatever happens to float into view when I close my eyes or look out a window for more than a tew mnutes, so that some days I think it must be everything and nothing at once.