tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post322783834710493292..comments2024-03-29T06:02:33.720-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: On such a night, or such a night,Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-4900992719410443142022-06-12T14:26:21.058-07:002022-06-12T14:26:21.058-07:00Susan K’s interpretation rings true, especially th...Susan K’s interpretation rings true, especially the child with so much potential. The little girl might have become a creative wife and mother, excelled in school and social skills, enjoyed holidays and special treats, and, most of all, had dreams of yet unimagined achievements vast and small. Instead, this little girl died a child, with no chance to experience life. <br /><br />The closing lines leave me feeling depressed. What kind of god would doom a little girl to such pointless existence. Maybe that’s what ED wanted me to feel; maybe that’s what ED felt after watching too many children die.<br />Larry Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-64517273076463991032021-11-10T10:01:00.593-08:002021-11-10T10:01:00.593-08:00I too thought it about an old woman as well, and e...I too thought it about an old woman as well, and even though the last two paragraphs of the poem elude to child activities, it still could be about an old, frail woman. This is a recurring theme of hers, dead children. Reminds me a bit of Gustav Mahler, who had the same fixation. And wrote a song cycle about it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00725261030659667439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-36663531486731888472019-06-05T21:03:21.789-07:002019-06-05T21:03:21.789-07:00I had never thought of it as for older folks. But ...I had never thought of it as for older folks. But I see now that it might well be. I wonder if your mum might remember some stories from those young days. I hope so!Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-58650232972478181462019-06-03T22:31:21.993-07:002019-06-03T22:31:21.993-07:00It's funny, but it never occurred to me that t...It's funny, but it never occurred to me that this poem might be talking about children dying young. It always made me think of lonely old people, little because they are wizened with age, slipping away.<br /><br />It's come to mind again recently, thinking about my mum who is getting very old and feeble. I try to picture what she was like as a young girl, full of life and falling in love every week with characters from books or the cinema. I'll certainly care when she's gone :-(Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03910558998259587936noreply@blogger.com