Blackberries for Amelia (poetry response)

Blackberries for Amelia

Fringing the woods, the stone walls, and the lanes,

Old thickets everywhere have come alive,
Their new leaves reaching out in fans of five
From tangles overarched by this year’s canes.

They have their flowers, too, it being June,
And here or there in brambled dark-and-light
Are small, five-petalled blooms of chalky white,
As random-clustered and as loosely strewn

As the far stars, of which we are now told
That ever faster do they bolt away,
And that a night may come in which, some say,
We shall have only blackness to behold.

I have no time for any change so great,
But I shall see the August weather spur
Berries to ripen where the flowers were —
Dark berries, savage-sweet and worth the wait —

And there will come the moment to be quick
And save some from the birds,and I shall need
Two pails, old clothes in which to stain and bleed,
And a grandchild to talk with while we pick.
                                                    -Richard Wilbur

My past poetry responses have been very structured, explaing poems by stanzas within paragraphs. I feel a need to change things so instead of explaing by stanza and I am going to ramble what I think.
The poem is talking about flower petals being strewn and white. Wilbur then compares this to stars which are strwen and white as well. When I look up at the sky I think of how little I am and little control I have over things. The Wilbur explains how one day the stars will shoot away and, "We shall only have blackness to behold." From natural disasters to theories such as the millenium year and "2012," the world has had it's scare of the world ending. Wilbur goes on to say how he doesn't have time to worry about such things, and I agree. If I were to live worrying about tommorow I couldn't enjoy today. I will keep lookng forward to tomorrow and next week, month, and year as if time were to go on forever. Live with no worries.

My favortie part is when he describes the Black berries in stanza three. " . . .savage-sweet and worth the wait . . ." I beleive that death will be this way too. Although we dread it now and fear it, when it comes it will be okay. avage because were dieing but sweet because were ready. Almost worth the 80 or so years of waiting.

I like this poem and it's over all message. It's sweet and ironic for the chaos brewwing about 2012, don't worry!!