This is about my fifth try at writing about this poem. So far, I have created several long, boring, drawn out and never ending explanations of this poem that I could not bring myself to post. I think I am forgetting the point of the blog and writing a boring paper instead. So this time, I'm going to try to write something that is not quite as boring.
So, what do I think about this poem? Well, its hard to say for sure. I first read this poem a couple days ago and I have read it a couple more times since, and I'm still trying to figure out what I think of it. It's a pretty sad poem, I've figured out that much. Basically, it's about things getting messed up and falling apart. In fact, that's one of the lines from the poem, "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold". I think this is a really important line because its showing how things can't be kept together and there's no support. "The center cannot hold." This words have a very big meaning. The "center" was what people depended on and what gave lives meaning. The center can no longer hold because it was an illusion, there was no center in the first place. World War I and the overall sense of harsh reality that it brought was what revealed to the people the horrific truth that there actually was no center.
I don't know, I feel like this poem has a lot of meaning to me that I have yet to uncover. It definitely means something deeper than what is just there in the text (which is already very meaningful); how everything basically stinks and how people have hope that things will get better, but then that hope is crushed. I'll probably spend another month or so thinking before it comes to me, but hopefully, it'll come.
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