50) Swing
A twinkle in her eyes,
A sweet song in her lips,
Comes she near,
Her footsteps I can hear.
In a white night gown,
Her pale hands reach for me,
Hit by her hips,
My cradle swings,
Her longs chains,
Tickle my chest:
Then, I wake up,
Trying to touch her…
Why do it happen only in dreams,
Why don’t I hear a lullaby,
Which rhyme.
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50> Swing
Exploration of Oedipus complex and importance given to it lead to this one. Didn’t provide me any answers and its end reflects that broken, jarring finish.
the poem, swing,
its a bit crazy theme.. Oedipus complex?
is it trying to look at a mother from a small baby - who's lying in a cradle... how would the person who rocks that cradle would seem to the kid...
and then the waking up.. which is indicative of growing up - being a teenager or adult.. and
its sexual awakening - so, it can be looked on as an adult's attempt to get back into the childhood state - when the love was pure
when innocence was pure..
but, since the adult can't find that in him fully, he laments - lack of a proper lullaby / or remembrance of that childhood state - which he craves for.
it also indicates - the adult's craving for a mother's love - in its pure form..
ok.. so, the end of that poem - also indicates, some kind of bad experiences, or broken childhood - symbolized by hearing of lullaby's which dont rhyme... which is jarring.. (so many images/themes)
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