Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
The blue hills beyond the smoke of the steel works,
The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace,
The ten-cent crocus bulb blooming in a used-car salesroom,
The horseshoe over the door, the luckpiece in the pocket,
The kiss and the comforting laugh and resolve—
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
The spring grass showing itself where least expected,
The rolling fluff of white clouds on a changeable sky,
The broadcast of strings from Japan, bells from Moscow,
Of the voice of the prime minister of Sweden carried
Across the sea in behalf of a world family of nations
And children singing chorals of the Christ child
And Bach being broadcast from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
And tall skyscrapers practically empty of tenants
And the hands of strong men groping for handholds
And the Salvation Army singing God loves us….
Does anyone know what the meaning of this poem is?
It's that hope is different in the eyes of people that see it.
My hope is not your hope, unless you're Miss America....
Also, the poem is meant to show the vastness of hope, or the amazing concept of hope in the world, by utilizing far away places like Japan, Sweden, and Moscow.
And it does seem that the tone changes to more of a helpless kind of voice.
Reply:Someones interpretation of what hope is
Reply:time marches on.....
life goes on.....
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