Ambiguity Seven Times Maybe one and two Or many verbal words Scatter our grasp For sense and meaning A puzzle thrown In the Air here and there.
Here these words Are pieces unconnected Even as the word, THE, Can take us to "the" beach Or to " the" room What you bring can And Might Be your rescue. Maybe.
You are here. In the dark or light Where one can't be defined Without the other Just as the meaning of you Lives never in just one place But resolved Simultaneously ambiguous This is your beauty.
I listened to an interview with Ocean Vuoung, poet and professor about William Empson's book Seven Types of Ambiguity (1949, 2nd edition) which you can find as a PDF. Ocean is such an eloquent and deep thinker. As poems or prose are read or digested will we ever be able to know for certain what was going on for the writer or poet at that given time? Do we apply it to our life somehow? Do we seek refuge because we know there is no one to rescue us?