Monday, January 23, 2012

What is the meaning of this poem by Richard Wilbur "The Beautiful Changes?

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides

The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies

On water; it glides

So from the walker, it turns

Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you

Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

The beautiful changes as a forest is changed

By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it;

As a mantis, arranged

On a green leaf, grows

Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves

Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.

Your hands hold roses always in a way that says

They are not only yours; the beautiful changes

In such kind ways,

Wishing ever to sunder

Things and things' selves for a second finding, to lose

For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.









Can you be really specific also.

What is the meaning of this poem by Richard Wilbur "The Beautiful Changes?
Most poems are terribly personal in interpretation. This one speaks of an intense, and sensual connection with nature. In describing the meadow as the sea, the writer transforms earth to water. In symbolism, water is fertile, emotional, and sensual. He also speaks that each part of nature enhances the other parts, sort of a mini-ecology lesson (probably unintentional). There is also mentioned "second finding," which would imply that looking at something a "second" time, you may see different aspects of its beauty. Does any of this help?
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