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Medusa: By Louise Bogan

Posted: February 16, 2012 in Uncategorized

Medusa

By Louise Bogan

I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.
When the bare eyes were before me
And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a door.
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead
Formed in the air.
This is a dead scene forever now.
Nothing will ever stir.
The end will never brighten it more than this,
Nor the rain blur.
The water will always fall, and will not fall,
And the tipped bell make no sound.
The grass will always be growing for hay
Deep on the ground.
And I shall stand here like a shadow
Under the great balanced day,
My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind,
And does not drift away.
When I was in eighth grade, we learned about the Greek gods. I liked learning about this, so when I saw a poem about Medusa, I already knew I would like it. It also made me feel happy because it brought me back to a simpler time.
1. “I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,

Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.”
I like this because it’s very informative and descriptive. It’s also a good introduction to the poem.
2. “When the bare eyes were before me

And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a door.
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead
Formed in the air.
This is a dead scene forever now.
Nothing will ever stir.
The end will never brighten it more than this,
Nor the rain blur.”
This is also very descriptive and it does a great job telling the story of how she caught Medusa’s eye, which turned her to stone. Saying that it is a dead scene forever now because she will never see anything again, then adds more detail to that.
3. “And I shall stand here like a shadow

Under the great balanced day,
My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind,
And does not drift away.”
In this part, she has come with acceptance with her fate. Standing as stone, her eyes “on the yellow dust, that was lifting the wind, and does not drift away.” Her eyes will never drift away from that scene because she can’t move since the whole stone thing happened.