I thank you god

The first time I read over this poem quickly, I thought it was sarcastic.  The line, "...human merely being doubt unimaginable You?" was what most made me think that.  It just seemed really extreme to say that it's impossible to doubt because I can see how many would and could doubt.  Also, the fact that he doesn't capitalize "i" seems extreme, like he's saying people aren't worthy of it, but God is.  I guess the extent to which he praised god gave it a mocking tone to me.
But the more I read it, the more I believed he believed.  Also, looking at the time period, it wasn't really during a time full of doubt.  He just seemed to genuinely and truly love god.  And that's where I got disappointing in the poem.  It just turned into a gospel to me.  It was sweet and made me want to have an admiration for something like he did, but then I was over it.  It seemed like he was having a moment where everything was great and god was great, which is heartwarming, but slightly boring.
And now, Mrs White, I feel like you're turning me into a pessimist. 

Unveiling

I really liked this poem; I thought it was sweet but melancholy.  He remembers a time when his family was all together, eating together, spending time together, but now most of them are past.  I noticed this poem was written during the Great Depression which explained a lot.  A lot of people lost their families during this time and Pastan is just missing them.
I also get a sense of "survivors guilt" when I read this.  The line "I don't feel bad for them, just left out a bit as if they kept from me the kind of..."  He seems to want to be with them.  So maybe it's not so much a guilt but an envy.  These were hard times and he wishes he could be living the easy life of death.  But at the same time, he knows its not his time to die.  He has things to do before he is ready to be done.
P.S. I like these poems a lot better Mrs White

Innoculation

Even though this poem wasn't very "poemy," I really liked it.  But I watch the History Channel a lot, so maybe I just liked hearing a firsthand account.  The stanza, "Consider...survive," was really cool.  I've never though about inoculation, but it's pretty crazy.  A person is infected with a disease that is supposed to kill, but they survive and can never get sick from that again.  Kind of genius.
But then the poem became about slavery.  The slave had an inoculation and it saved him from smallpox, but then he just ended up being a slave.  His life was saved to serve another.  I was a little disappointed to hear it take this turn--it ruined the happy-coolness of inoculation.  But of course it had to be a sad poem >:(
I looked up Onesimus to see if it held any significance.  The Holy Apostle Onesimus was a slave to Philemon of Colossae.

The Halo That Would Not Light

The first four stanzas seem to be talking about the fable of a stork dropping off babies.  What struck me was the negative way it was shown.  The way he talks about the raptors beak shows this because raptor is harsh and sounds mean.  Also, he talks about the raptor dropping the tiny body, which sounds much more violent than the picture I have in my head of a stork.
At the end of the poem, he says "the spectacular catastrophe of your endless childhood is done."  I think he is talking about the loss of innocence at a certain point.  I like to think that for once, one of these poems is not about death but just a growing up.  But growing up in a negative way.  It's just about the loss of wonder and chaotic-ness of childhood.
I really like the imagery of "hunting as the leather seats of swings go back and forth with no one in them".  I could see a sad, dark, funeral-like picture of an empty swing.  This really added to the idea of a loss.