
I interpret it
as a woman who has found all attempts at connecting to someone else at the soul
level sadly wanting, so what is left is the physical gestures of the hopes she
had: the lips, the arms. She speaks of them as disembodied symbols and there is
no need to be specific about which they belonged to. The metaphor is the lonely
tree standing alone in the dormant winter, knowing that the birds she held in
her branches in the most vibrant time of life are absent. The last line is both
a fond remembrance and a goodbye. She acknowledges connectedness by its
absence. The picture in the right looks like how her heart looks from within and the picture on the left shows a promiscuous women jus like how she is looked on from the outside.
Please see me after class on Tuesday, Nov.13
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