Granite Pail Poem Opinion

I rose from marsh mud

I rose from Marsh Mud,


algae, equisetum, willows,

sweet green, noisy

birds and frogs

To see her wed in the rich

rich silence of the church,

the little white slave-girl

in her diamond fronds.




In aisle and arch

the satin secret collects.

United for life to serve

silver. Possessed.

I don't understand the last stanza ending of the poem. What i honestly feel is that she knew the girl was getting married to a man that was rich so she felt she was united to serve silver. kind of somewhat possessed because She would never know how it feels to be free again.