Before our class started discussing poetry, whenever the word poem came up, in my mind I would think of ether little children’s rhyming poems or some very long piece of writing that contained a very deep meaning and was often times extremely boring. At a first glance this is how the poem "Lobsters" by Howard Nemerov appeared to me. "It’s a poem about lobsters...great." I thought in a quite sarcastic tone. Yet after fully analyzing the true meaning under the surface of this poem, and reading through it a good amount of times my initial assumption was wrong. For me the question most eye opening was brought up about how we are like lobsters in a tank at "Super Duper"; we as people are out of place and awaiting the known fact of death. This is so true. Lobsters are brought in from the ocean and put in a tank for people to bring home and eat.
This poem made me look at my life and the poem through a new perspective. "Why are we peopling here?" "Is death really coming for me?" Life is so short, and I guess the true meaning behind the poem is we as people are only really lobsters. We are waiting to be "thrown into the pot" and boiled. I could die tomorrow, so could you, or maybe I’ll live to 100. I know death will come, but this poem made me realize I may not know when.
Before, I was wrong. There can be an understandable idea in poems. The reader just has to look hard enough to find it.
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