| Quote #1
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, (1)
Right away we're snapped into wakefulness, like being shocked from a lightning bolt. This poem could just have easily started with the soul gazing at the angels outside the window, but instead it brings our attention to consciousness right away.
| Quote #2
They swoon down into so rapt a quiet
As the human world comes alive, we forget the presence of angels a little bit. But our speaker reminds us that though they're quiet, they're still there.
| Quote #3
From the punctual rape of every blessed day, (19)
Here's the moment when we lose awareness of our spiritual existence. When the soul rejoins the body, all the spiritual stuff is tossed out the window in favor of, you know, actually folding that laundry—and all the other tasks that need doing.