By Ashlee

This poem was inspired by the uncomplicated thoughts of childhood.

“Worldviews”

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In how we have viewed the world

How when we were young

And unspoiled

We saw the world like the animals

Primitive and pristine

The toddler on the porch

Looks up and sees the stars

Each one glittering

And sees nothing else

That is not there

Then the father walks outside

And explains the constellations

Giving them names and

Elaborate explanations

The magic is gone

It’s all over from that point on

And that child will never see

The world the same way again

And he will infect the neighbor kids

Who still see the world

As their own playground

 

Companion Poem: “The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter

To regard the frost and the boughs

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

 

And have been cold a long time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

The spruces rough in the distant glitter

 

Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a few leaves,

 

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind

That is blowing in the same bare place

 

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself, beholds

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

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