A barred Owl
By Richard Wilbur
The warping night air may have brought the boom
Of an owl's voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
"Who cooks for you?" and the "Who cooks for you?"
Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send A small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Born up to some dark branch and eaten raw.
By Richard Wilbur
The warping night air may have brought the boom
Of an owl's voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
"Who cooks for you?" and the "Who cooks for you?"
Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send A small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Born up to some dark branch and eaten raw.
Its so simple to twist the truth to protect someone that you care about. I just think that its weird that a teacher assigns me and only two others to read this poem for a project. Especially considering how my ex lied to me for the past two years to protect me. But that's not the point point of me posting it.
The point of posting this is to point out how lies can be used to make fears go away and to protect. But when they see what the fear is and sees that its real are we really protecting the one we love?
