HOURGLASS

We poets extol the beauty and mystery of the moon in it’s silvery glow, but here the poet sees the paradox of hostility in beauty! It’s a state of mind—the moon not exuding beauty but pain. In the second stanza is hyperbole, and paradox as well, contrasting of the black bird, and the whiteness of the snow man—darkness against light, and finally a snow man on a lake, melting, as if sands in an hourglass! Finally, “Dance the tears/not the tango.”—not a tango of happiness, but a dance of sorrow.- oxygon

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