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Summary

The poem "Muted" by J.D. Harms reflects on the struggle to maintain ideals amidst the intrusion of external influences and the eventual surrender to darkness.

Abstract

"Muted" is a contemplative poem that uses the metaphor of an ant navigating through a gap in baseboards to explore themes of perseverance and futility. The speaker, positioned with the sun behind them, observes a world where colors and ideals fade into insignificance. Despite attempts to keep their ideals alive, they are confronted by "strange diplomats" who try to introduce new ideas, shapes, and pleas to ignore certain realities. The speaker's environment, symbolized by anxious blinds and persistent whimpering, seems to resist these intrusions, ultimately leading to a surrender to the encroaching darkness where pretense is no longer necessary.

Opinions

  • The author conveys a sense of resignation as the speaker's efforts to sustain their ideals are met with indifference by the world around them.
  • There is a palpable tension between the desire to hold onto personal convictions and the relentless pressure of external forces.
  • The poem suggests that the speaker finds solace in the darkness, where they can stop pretending and turn away from the challenges of maintaining their ideals in the face of adversity.
  • The use of domestic imagery, like the ant and the blinds, serves to underscore the everyday nature of the speaker's existential struggle.
  • The poem reflects a yearning for control over one's personal space and mental landscape, which is repeatedly violated by the "strange diplomats" and their new ideas.

Muted

A Poem

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A little decorous ant thrust its way through old baseboards a gap big enough for a large rodent I turned my chair so the sun is behind me and every other colour here is muted and the ant no longer matters I tried to light a few ideals into the same colour so they wouldn’t disappear but I had no luck The strange diplomats keep coming over, through the cracks and try to insert new ideas and shapes and pleas to ignore the shades My ancient frilly blinds get anxious and begin rolling down on their own as the whimpering continues Now that it’s dark I don’t have to pretend so I just turn the other way

J.D. Harms 2020

Poetry
Image
Musing
Light
Imagination
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