Sunday, August 28, 2011

"Photograph of My Father In His Twenty Second Year" ~Raymond Carver


October.  Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen 
I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. 
Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string 
of spiny yellow perch, in the other 
a bottle of Carlsbad Beer. 

In jeans and denim shirt, he leans 
against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. 
He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, 
Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. 
All his life my father wanted to be bold. 

But the eyes give him away, and the hands 
that limply offer the string of dead perch 
and the bottle of beer.  Father, I love you, 
yet how can I say thank you, I who can't hold my liquor either, 
and don't even know the places to fish?

This poem by Raymond Carver speaks of his reflection about the way he feels for his father.  As he looks at a photograph of his father at his very own age, he finds himself relating to the photograph and finding similarities between he and his father.  It seems as though Carver wrote the poem to show his appreciation and the thanks he has and owes his father.  
"Sheepish grin, he holds in his hand a string of shiny yellow perch, in the other hand a bottle of Carlsbad beer," implies that the appearance of his father in the photograph reminds him a lot of himself at the same age.  The lines, "All his life my father wanted to be bold.  But the eyes give him away, and the hands that limply offer the string of dead perch and the bottle of beer," say that the son understands that his father had great ambitions when he was young, but like himself and many young men, wasn't perfect and didn't always reach or exceed his goals.  The third quotation that speaks for the overall theme of the poem is, "Father, I love you, yet how can I say thank you, I who can't hold my liquor either, and don't even know the places to fish?" because it states that the son truly loves his father and appreciates all that he did for him, that he recognizes that he has passed traits onto him, and that he is glad to be like him.
This poem, I believe, speaks for many sons and daughters in the way they feel about their parents.  As any child of a parent, we have undconditional love for our parents and understand that like us, they are human and make mistakes.  Regardless, we are proud to be their children and represent them even long after they are gone.  The similarities between a child and their parent serves as a constant reminder ofthem.  Carver's "Photograph of My Father in His Twenty Second Year," says just that, but in a creative way. 

Friday, August 26, 2011

"In a Station of the Metro" ~Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound speaks of a metro in this short poem.

By "metro" Pound means the public transportation train, which often have enclosed, underground stops.  It seems as though Pound is implying that this metro station is wet from rain, though he does not describe a specific location.

The poem communicates feelings of awe, describing that there are people passing within this metro station that show loneliness and fatigue, associated with the typical hustle and bustle of commuting at the metro station.  The words that contribute to these feelings are "apparition," "faces," and "black."

The poem is trying to describe what the poet is observing while standing in the metro station because it is something that he has not experienced before.  Pound is saying that public transportation typically consists of many different faces, thrown into a grungy location, each person purely focused on where they are going next.  However, he implies with this poem that what he is viewing in this particular situation is a group of commuters that show faces endow a light amidst a plain, black metro. He is implying that humanity today is too concerned with their busy lifestyles than taking time to absorb their surroundings as he is.


Tigertown
The CAT bus approaches weary students;
Waiting anxiously on the curb.
The sun is setting;
Their minds finally drifting away from a day's learning.