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At first reading this haiku may seem rather simple, butit shows a keen awareness. One can see the woman's old brownhands weaving intricate patterns. Perhaps she's weaving thereeds in a chair frame or bottom to make a chair. Like theold brown woman, the chair when completed will represent asign of humanity. The measure of the lines give therhythmical effect of the old woman's brown hands as theyweave. The alliteration of the "h's,""th's," and "w's" hint at the usuallyharsh sound of reeds bending and rubbing together, thoughthey give way to the wetness. One can see "her old brownhands" glistening like a baby's skin. Like the"thin wet reed," the woman's old brown hands areprobably thin. And not to be overlooked here is the fact thatthe reeds are as useful as the old brown hands.
November | 2014 | Deeper Thought Essays
I do not press the skepticism of the materialist. I know the quadruped opinion will not prevail. ’Tis of no importance what bats and oxen think. The first dangerous symptom I report is, the levity of intellect; as if it were fatal to earnestness to know much. Knowledge is the knowing that we cannot know. The dull pray; the geniuses are light mockers. How respectable is earnestness on every platform! but intellect kills it. Nay, San Carlo, my subtle and admirable friend, one of the most penetrating of men, finds that all direct ascension, even of lofty piety, leads to this ghastly insight, and sends back the votary orphaned. My astonishing San Carlo thought the lawgivers and saints infected. They found the ark empty; saw, and would not tell; and tried to choke off their approaching followers, by saying, “Action, action, my dear fellows, is for you!” Bad as was to me this detection by San Carlo, this frost in July, this blow from a brick, there was still a worse, namely, the cloy or satiety of the saints. In the mount of vision, ere they have yet risen from their knees, they say, “We discover that this our homage and beatitude is partial and deformed; we must fly for relief to the suspected and reviled Intellect, to the Understanding, the Mephistopheles, to the gymnastics of latent.”