My Fear

I took this poem as like a fear of death; I saw fear as a person "he looks through his sack, his black sack of trouble." This part really paints a picture in my mind. Our dreams are kind of a wondrous insight to ourselves, some of the most personal part of a human being. Dreams kind open us to our biggest fears in our life at that moment in time, and I kind of got that feeling from this poem. The structure is 6 stanzas with 4 lines each, so it kind of flows. There are no lines that really stand out because of the structure. Dreams kind of teach people a lesson, almost like a way of looking at your life from a bigger perspective. Whether that bigger perspective is scary or not depends. This poem talks about fear falling through your pocket and be small and I think thats what everybody wishes for-small troubles and fears that won't immensely impact us and cause too much harm. We talked about this poem in class and really can be looked at from many perspectives.