Poem Number 4

The Moment
Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Title: The Moment
Sounds remeniscent. It sounds like remembering back to a very important event. Maybe like the last breathe of a dying parent.

Paraphrase:
Someone had a resting moment after his long life. He/She looks back at it and thinks to oneself that the whole world is one's. That moment is the same as the whole earth breaking down and the whole atmosphere drawing away from you. The earth, the environment, the nature was never yours. You were the nature's property. It has always been.

Connotation: in italics

Attitude: When the narrator is describing someone, it almost sounds selfish. When the nature is talking, it almost sounds like a teacher. "You are wrong. You were always wrong. I am right."

S: bolded

Title: One significant and important moment that taught you that the world does not revolve around you...?

Theme: I guess I said it in the title..