Summary
"Frances Farmer Will Have Her Repose" is a reflective and evocative poem accompanied by an image of autumnal decay, symbolizing transformation and fate.
Abstract
The poem "Frances Farmer Will Have Her Repose" evokes the imagery of autumn as a metaphor for change and the cyclical nature of life. The author paints a picture of falling leaves, likened to "dropping bodies," signifying the end of a cycle and the shedding of the old to make way for the new. The tolling bells and a god-like voice suggest a divine intervention or a call to action, urging self-preservation from unspecified past mistakes. The poem speaks to the struggle of being haunted by voices that bind one to a place of pain, yet there is a glimmer of hope as the speaker acknowledges a point of no return, beyond which lies the possibility of healing and return.
Opinions
Autumn colors dance dropping bodies at my feet - Where you sealed our fate
Bells tolling in a joust a God from beyond sings out Through brass metal mouths “Do as I say and please fucking save yourselves from what I did not do”
But these voices find me on the rose garden bench and forbid me to leave- Lest my milk has been drunk, The glass I’ve found- eaten and the bleeding stopped
Past the point of no return is where I’ll begin to let you come home
