Like a car stuck in gear,
a chicken too stupid to tell
its head is gone,
or sound ratcheting on
long after the fild
has jumped the reel,
or a phone
ringing and ringing
in the house they have all
moved away from,
through rooms where dust
is a deepening skin,
and the locks unneeded,
so I go on loving you,
my heart blundering on,
a muscle spilling out
what is no longer wanted,
and my words hurtling past,
like a train off its track,
toward a boarded-up station,
closed for years,
like some last speaker
of a beautiful language
no one else can hear.
Pope uses a combination of imagery and similes to create a sense of abandoment, love lost, and loyalty to the one who left. The powerful imagery allows the reader to clearly see all the stated examples, some of which including, "a chicken too stupid to tell/its head is gone,/...or a phone, ringing and ringing/in the house they have all/moved away from,/through rooms where dust is a deepening skin" (2...7-12). The poem flows, like the narrator's mind, from one thing to another and how all the things that she once loved and remembers are doused in dust and left forgotten. She remains loyal to the one she still loves, that left, and her heart still spills with the emotions that she feels for her lost partner, but it's only a language that she herself understands, because she is by herself.
I really love this poem and feel like I can closely relate to it. This story also fits for both genders and for a number of situations. This poem was so beautifully written and so clearly articulates the feelings that someone goes through when they experience a loss of someone or something that was very important to them and they do not easily get over the feelings for what they lost.
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