Reflection Of Richard Siken's Bird Hover The Trampled Field?

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The moment I stepped out of my class, it was always my path heading in opposite direction. It was always the constant desire to experience something more. It was the dull beating of my heart that reminded me that what I desire was something beyond this, yet I am trapped in a mere shell of a girl. It kills me constantly, to not be able to do all the things I want, live all the live I want, experience all the experiences I want, and be everything I want.

Our parents keep telling us kids that we could do anything. So in retrospect, I want to do everything. It was the limitations I have, as a girl that nagged me constantly that I couldn’t. It was in the middle of mid midlife crisis that I flipped upon a book that I did not understand the meaning of. Richard Siken’s “Bird Hover the Trampled Field,” and there it was …show more content…

It came as an answer for everything I had wanted to ask in life. Why am I so unnecessarily attached to word etched on paper, or why I had incessantly thought libraries are coated in strange magic. I want to read stories, I want to read books, I want to read a string of letter formed in a sentence, the end line would be that I want to read, and there would never be enough books. It was then, I had noticed as clear as day, That it was the English Language I wanted to study. The next question made me realize that a personal goal screamed on top of my lungs when I found out was not enough. “Where should I study?”

England, too, like libraries, are coated in strange magic. I had realized it when I travelled alone across continents from Indonesia to Slovenia, on an exchange program. I had been to Germany and Brazil before, on another exchange program, but the feeling of something new had nevertheless, always surprised me. I visited England on an impulse. My cousin offered me to crash in her house, and I had stumbled on a ticket deal when I was browsing on the internet, and I had thought, “What’s there to

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