In the poem "crossing the red sea" by peter skrzynecki, what could the essay be about.?

I need to write an essay on this poem, and i need to break it down into 3 main points for the body.





Any ideas?





Many slept on deck


Becasue of the day's heat


Or to watch a sunset


They would never see again


Stretched out on blanket(s?) and pillows


Against cabins and rails:


Shirtless,in shorts, barefooted,


Themselves a landscape


Of milk-white flesh


On a scoured and polished deck.





Voices left their caves


And silence fell from its shackles


Memories strayed


From behind sunken eyes


To look for shorelines


Peaks of mou(n?)tains and green rivers


That shared their secrets


With storms and exiles





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1949, and the war


Now four years dead-


N(ei)ther master nor slaves


As we crose(d) a sea


And looked at red banners


That Time was hoisting (note: capital time) (not my note HC)


In mock salute





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Patches and shreds


Of dialogue


Hung from fingertips (line break?)And unshaven faces


Offering themselves


As a respite FRom (sic) the interruption


Of passing waves.





"I remember a filed (field?)


Of red poppies, once behind the forest


When the full moon rose."





"Blood Leaves similar dark stains


When it Runs (sic) for a long time


On stones or Rusted (sic) iron"





(And the sea's breath


Touched the eyes


Of another Lazarus (line break?) Who was saying a prayer


In thanksgiving


For miracles)





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All night


The kindness


of the sea continued -


Breaking into


Walled-up griefs


That men had sworn


Would never be disclosed.


Accepting outflung denunciations


With a calmness


That brought a reminder


of people listening to requiems,


Pine tress whispering


Against a stone wall in the breeze;


Or a trembling voice


that sang at the rails


When the ship first sailed


From the sorrow


Of northern wars.





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Daybreak took away


The magic of dreams,


Fragments of apparitions


That became


More tangible than words


Echoes and reflections


Of the trust


That men had bartered


For silence.





Had we talked


Of death


Perhaps something


More then (than?) time


Would have been lost.





But the gestures


Of darkness and starlight


Kept our minds


Away from the finalities


Of surrender -


As they beckoned towards


A blood-rimmed horizon


Beyond whose waters


The Equator


Was still to be crossed.














^^^^^^^^ Thats the poem.





Cheers|||This is how I'm getting it. We get to think that our circumstances imprison us when by them we see that which we had been longing for in the journey. They appear as poppies or red flags yet again, we ignore them and allow our minds away and refuse to surrender even when 4 years have swallowed up the need for us to.


Cheers.