about your poem Revolver — the words are beautiful, but I’m really unsure what it means. Especially ‘morning comes in like a tithe’ — I’ve never been the best with metaphors, so maybe I’m missing something, but with the definition of tithe I have in my head, it doesn’t make much sense. But it’s beautiful and I wish I understood it!
hey!! so i dunno if you were looking for an explanation or whatever, and i dunno if i can even give you one bc y’know the death of the author and all that, but to me- the poem is about giving so much to something that only hurts you (quite literally- the days are very violent to the narrator, who has to keep paying the tithe/waking up/having Tomorrow anyway). i wanted the whole ‘read it in a circle’ thing to mimic the fact that the suffering keeps happening, day in day out, regardless of what the narrator does.
that being said, I Am Not A Poet. i’m trying to be (read: pretending for class), but it’s a work in progress. i just like words!
