Inspirado en "Nor we of her to him" de Stevie Smith

"He said no word of her to us

Nor we of her to him,

But oh it saddened us to see

How wan he grew and thin.

We said: she eats him day and night

And draws the blood from him,

We did not know but said we thought

This was why he grew thin.

 

One day we called and rang the bell,

No answer came within,

We said: She must have took him off

To the forest old and grim,

It has fell out, we said, that she

Eats him in forest grim,

And how can we help him being eaten

Up in forests grim?

 

It is a restless time we spend,

We have no help from him,

We walk about and go to bed,

It is no help to him.

Sometimes we shake our heads and say

It might have better been

If he had spoke of us to her

Or we of her to him.

Which makes us feel helpful, until

The silence comes again."

 

En el poema se hace referencia a un hombre siendo consumido por la enfermedad, y la narradora habla de cómo no puede ayudarle, utilizando la metáfora de que él esta perdido en el bosque.

Quería utilizar la imagen de los árboles y una figura, tan pequeña que podría incluso no verse a primera vista, siendo "comida" por ellos. Completamente en negro contrastando con un cielo de color con el que no se puede mezclar.

 

 

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