You know, this poem, as I mentioned to you the other night, quite reminds me of The Empty House(I), with someone who is inside, looking at someone who is outside, and there's a symbol of death in the cellar, and someone is invited inside.
But the pieces are also quite different. In The Empty House, it is the house that is cold and empty, and outside there is life, so much life. And if the one without will step within, they'll bring their life inside.
But here, the one inside is the one who observes the coldness and death, which is outside. It almost gives the feeling of a vampire story, with a tomb in the basement, and giving permission to come within.
If you read closely, this stanza leaps out at you:
there is frost on everything
the roses and camellias
cherry blossoms
and you
The impression it gives is that the "you" the narrator is speaking to is dead. They're covered in frost. They are akin to the flowers. Red flowers. Pink flowers.
This is almost an anti-Spring poem. Frost and cold and death have come.
And within there is heat. A welcoming darkness. A welcoming closing of the outside. Except when you peer out of the window.
And death.
Won't you come in?
To let darkness wrap around you so warmly. Why would you wish to escape? Why should you shed your tears to warm the cold hard ground, and the would-be-frozen flowers?
A poem about the death of all that is warm and hot, and about the promise of its return.
Won't you come in?
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