Summer ends and his "garden" (his Self) is frozen and covered in snow. Bad times ensue and the garden is in a sad state and slowly dying, all the beauty and happiness as he sees it is gone. No flowers, no life, and no colour anywhere (a state of depression). He finds a piece of summer in his mind, the memories and feelings before everything was like this ("And I lifted my piece of summer
Like a piece of memory or a dream ...Like these, caught on film"). He then uses these to break out of the state he's in and restore beauty and colour to his world;
("Used with vigilance, a Pitcher of Summer stirs a memory into swooning,
And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky
While snow falls quietly all around.")
Summer ends and his "garden" (his Self) is frozen and covered in snow. Bad times ensue and the garden is in a sad state and slowly dying, all the beauty and happiness as he sees it is gone. No flowers, no life, and no colour anywhere (a state of depression). He finds a piece of summer in his mind, the memories and feelings before everything was like this ("And I lifted my piece of summer Like a piece of memory or a dream ...Like these, caught on film"). He then uses these to break out of the state he's in and restore beauty and colour to his world; ("Used with vigilance, a Pitcher of Summer stirs a memory into swooning, And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky While snow falls quietly all around.")
That's what this means to me