Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.
We stood and brushed each other off.
There are sorrows keener than these.
Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
burbles from a dripping bush
like the neighbor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.
Jane Kenyon expresses her pure sadness in "The Blue Bowl." After she "buried her cat" with her family, pure sorrows are shown right after that. The situation is extremely is sensitive as the house is "silent the rest of the day." The family is still mourning over the loss of their cat which is understandable if they were close to this animal.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very sad peom about burying her cat and how the speakrer is still sad over it. Overall a good poem.
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