We are a fly

March 7, 2008

The Fly 

Little Fly,

Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away.  Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me?  For I dance And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.  If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death;  Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die.

This poem made me think about the idea that we seldom talk about, the idea that to everyone else, you are just a person, a number, a fly. You have your small close group of people that surround you, but to everyone else you can easily just be swatted away. also, it made me think about the disney movies that have animals as humans, living real life situations ( such as the lion king, nemo, madagascar). And even though we look at those movies as mearly fun, animated, and non realistic, is it possible that animals live like us? What is it that really defines a human. There are the textbook answers to it, but animals are living and breathing and walking just like we are. it is just an interesting concept to think about, how the way in which the word human has been defined puts a perspective on things. because like this poem says, we are the fly. we live happily and die, just like they do. we are on ein the same

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