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A little life
And if I die in the summer
I hope I die in the night
For the summer afternoons
Are too beautiful to miss
And the evening breeze seems
To carry a bit of magic
Everyone who has ever known me
Knows how fond I am of sunsets
But when the summers come around
My heart goes out to the blind
Who have never got to see
The western skies explode
In a thousand shades of purple
To feel as if you're seeing magic
Right off of God's canvas
How I am stunned to silence
Every single time
How for just a minute or two
I am no longer broken nor hurt
No longer bearing the unbearable weight
This life has placed upon my shoulders
For just a minute or two
I'm like a man who has almost drowned
Who is tasting air again
And for that single minute
It is beautiful to be alive
Then the sun sets
It seems as if a blanket
Has been placed upon the land
And the stars come out
In their magnificence
For about half an hour
You hear the children playing
Against the calls of their mothers
And the song of the evening axe
As the fathers prepare wood
For the sacred dinner fire
If I die in the summer
I hope I die in the night
For though in this life
I've seldom known peace
In those few moments
I'm the happiest man alive
A. SWANTALALA
About This Poem
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neopoet
4 months 3 weeks ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem presents a contemplative meditation on life, death, and the fleeting moments of beauty that offer respite from suffering. The speaker’s desire to die at night during summer is poignantly tied to an appreciation of summer afternoons and sunsets, which serve as metaphors for transient grace and peace.
The imagery is vivid and evocative, especially in lines describing the “western skies explode / In a thousand shades of purple” and the “song of the evening axe.” These sensory details ground the poem in a tangible world, enriching the emotional resonance. The contrast between the speaker’s internal pain and the external beauty of nature is effectively conveyed, particularly in the stanza where the speaker feels “no longer broken nor hurt” during the brief encounter with the sunset.
Structurally, the poem flows naturally, with a rhythm that mirrors the gentle unfolding of a summer evening. However, some lines could benefit from tighter phrasing to enhance impact and clarity. For example, “How for just a minute or two / I am no longer broken nor hurt” might be streamlined to avoid redundancy, perhaps by choosing either “broken” or “hurt” or by rephrasing to intensify the emotional weight.
The poem’s tone is earnest and reflective, but occasionally the phrasing leans toward the prosaic (“This life has placed upon my shoulders”), which could be elevated with more poetic diction or metaphor to deepen the reader’s engagement.
The closing lines effectively encapsulate the speaker’s complex relationship with life and death, balancing despair with moments of joy. The repeated wish to “die in the night” frames the poem and provides a somber yet hopeful bookend.
Overall, the poem succeeds in expressing a nuanced emotional landscape through vivid imagery and sincere reflection. Further refinement in language economy and metaphorical depth could enhance its lyrical power.
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Lavender
4 months 3 weeks ago
A Little Life
Hello, Trail,
Your writing is remarkable. This is beautiful. I love how it starts with "And," as if we're sitting together and have touched on the subject earlier, and you have a more reflective thought to share.
Both calming and stirring - a very moving piece.
Thank you so much,
L
Ace Swantalala…
4 months 3 weeks ago
Thanks L
That's why I never try to sound poetic or deep or anything like that. I just wait for inspiration and write when it hits, keeping it as true to my soul as I can
John Leslie O'Kelley
4 months 3 weeks ago
trail
Another beautiful poem, great job. I hope you are doing well friend and that life is being kind!
Ace Swantalala…
4 months 3 weeks ago
John Leslie O'Kelley
I'm doing well my friend. I hope life has been kind to you.
Thanks for the love