I came across this poem by Amy Lowell, and thought I'd share it with fellow movie lovers here. I just thought it interesting that the poet chose this title name nearly a hundred years ago, and the content of the poem is quite metaphysical as well. Enjoy!
The Matrix by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, Shredding our portion of Eternity, We break away at last, and steal the key Which hides a world empty of hours; ways Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy. Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun, Scorching against the blue flame of the sky. Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine Within a granite basin, under one The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
Wed Feb 18, 2009 1:10 pm
Re: The Matrix by Amy Lowell
I thought this was someone who was still alive interpretation of The Matrix and I find a poem!
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