I'm intrigued by the title, Saumwickshire. Any background story? Is it the variety of the tree? a made-up name/place?
Twisted, like the branches of the cherry tree. Interesting combination of overwhelming beauty that almost kills. Man's aspirations over possibilities? Overreaching?
A suffocating babelian ascend onto contemplation that becomes a contemplation in itself, accentuated by the ever heavier pacing.
How often do we pursue self-inflicted punishment? How often do we demand more than we deserve? and how often are we saved beyond our due?
From the very beginning the poem sets up a phantasmagorical atmosphere punctuated by the description of the elements that would otherwise transmit freshness and relaxation. It's the magnanimity of endless power we can barely fathom.
These cherry trees knurl the air, impregnate it with floral mouths that kiss like royalty, like heavenly power. The lord Himself expressing his immensity through the touch the size of a needle tip.
Do we deserve salvation from He who
stretches out the north over the void
and hangs the earth on nothing.
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