Explication of an Imaginary Text

Salt is pity, brooms are fury, The waterclock stands for primordial harmony. The spruce forest, which is said to be Like a cathedral Indicates proliferation of desire. The real meaning of the beginning Will not become clear until later, if ever. Things no longer being what they were, Artifice poses as process, The voice is tinged with melancholy. The teacup, the brass knuckles, and the pearl-handled razor Resist interpretation As if to say That half the wind is in the mind And half in the mind of the wind. Speaking through the character Who comes to faith on his deathbed, The author makes apology For saying things he didn’t mean. Little girl-cousins with ribbons in their hair Confuse him with their names and are carried away By laughter. Thus, The force of love comes from belief, Hate is from lack of doubt.