We have new poetry from Ann Applegarth below.
The ocean, the strand, the interaction between self and sea, between our Being in the world versus our Seeing in the world . . .
Humanity long ago left the realm of an easy oneness with Nature, but a parallel belief held on, at least through the Romantic period: women were naturally still with Her. Nature itself was feminine. Men had lost the link, but not women, and men could retain that link indirectly through women.
Women no doubt view this male construct somewhat differently. Perhaps radically so. Some may find it offensive, sad, silly, amusing, and a host of other things. But it is with us still, in our poetry and art, our music, perhaps our subconscious minds. If Jung is correct, it is a universal archetype we can not escape.
Ann’s poetry is not in answer to this, at least not on the surface. But her second poem does speak quietly of differences within her gender, of the various forms of communication, non-verbal, verbal and the attempt to control environments. In essence, we all do this. We all struggle with our place in the world and our expression of that struggle. All art, all religion, all philosophy boils down to that. An expression of the eternal anxiety of separation which hits us all at the moment of birth.