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There's so much depth in this: There's so much depth in this delicate, pocket-sized parable. It speaks of unshakable dignity, tenacity and the ability to see our worth even after being broken. In fact, you powerfully imply that the devastation created even more value. A highly evolved and inspiring analogy.  

There's an awe-inspiring: There's an awe-inspiring sense of triumph and ascension in this highly symbolic and intriguing work of art. I read it three times because I loved the poetic gymnastics and the surreal brilliance of it. Amazing!  

An interesting mediational: An interesting mediational note! In the panic and desperation Saul puts all upon the the little shepherd boy, Saul being a head taller than the Israelites. And David was more defender than offensive warrior. An apt image in the situation. And of Goliath's thoughts. Well, we live in a world of Goliaths, demi-Goliaths and wannabe Goliaths.

Thanks for obliging the: Thanks for obliging the somewhat angstsy and darkish tone of this pragmatically pessimistic expression.

That was quite a challenge,: That was quite a challenge, the fifth couplet, as to structural dynamic and effecting organic unity rather than just tossing up a salad of thought and image. It is also an exploration on how to bring about the poetry of of historical personages and events that have more than one point of view or interpretation, i.e., in the case of Jack the Ripper to mention a quite obvious case. Most of our information comes from time honoured acceptance even if there are other versions of the truth available as in the historical accuracy of Shakespearean literature, et al. How we are remembered and 'peddled' isn't hardly ever within our power to manage or control. The world will choose to remember they way it suits. Thanks kindly.

To me, the poem mingles the: To me, the poem mingles the romantic with the eerie---and I hope I am not misreading (please tell me, though, if I am missing something).  Even the spring morning is melting away, and that, too, is a little eerie.  But the eeriest detail is the shadow of the hand (the hand implied to be missing, or withdrawn), but held tight in the night hours.  I think of a scene of handholding in Shirley Jackson's novel, The Haunting, which some have declared to be the greatest ghost story ever written (and, most of the time, I agree):  and that hand that was being held, in her novel, is spectral, long dead, and motivated to horrify and drive the main character into madness and death.  I love poems that resonate so well that they lead me to think of other things I have read (like the The Waste Land does), and this poem, in its very compact and succinct way, does exactly that!

The third line gives a cold: The third line gives a cold chill, then the sixth line sounds almost playful with its alliteration, and then the huge impact of that last line with the cattlecars ready to roll behind a locomotive belching coalsmoke, and into the camps where the crematories belch human fleshsmoke.