Owls
...the “heavy, crisp, breathy snapping of its hooked beak” and the “snowy owl [with] white gleam of its feathers”, she delineates the delicacy and viciousness of the owl in the forest that flies by the Great pond. The personification of the owl’s screams is not as a cry of hopelessness or fear, but as “sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer”, where she discovers that “terror is naturally and abundantly part of life”, in the world of both the owl’s and herself. The cry of the owl in the wintertime also brings her back into summer fields. With imagery, she describes the fields of fresh flowers as fresh, with the “sweetness so palpable and excessive” that she is in awe. Her complex sentences are used to describe how she is overwhelmed by the flowers, “I’m struck, I’m taken, I’m conquered, I’m washed into it, as though it was a river…” However, in contrast, she also views this as “terrible” and “frightening” because of the excessive power a small flower beholds. The use of the personal pronoun of “I” brings the piece alive and personal. ...