1/27/2018 0 Comments Ambiguityis the deliberate suggestion of more than one meaning, sometimes in conflict with one another, but with the purpose of being able to be interpreted in more than one way. Look for it here:
The Unknown Citizen by W.H. Auden Our Nature by S.M.(M).L. The world melts: drip, drip, drop little April shower. It's January. Snow becomes slush, slush becomes ice, and we're stuck waiting for the rivulets to turn to rivers, hoping for an early spring. The pine boughs heavy with drenched snow release-- branches spring back, joyous that their weight is lifted. We too, that our wait might be over, but it's not. Wind will turn cold again, and the erratic patterns signal we are out touch. The weather, used to avoid contrasting emotion, once relied on as almanac truth, has turned its back on us, we it, true force revealed. Although we may relish an early thaw, it means less water to cycle, less vegetation to nourish, less oxygen to breathe, more power to put us back in our place, just wait.
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