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Comment 17 of 47, added on March 29th, 2006 at 7:10 PM.
1. many years ago
2. her parents had died, she was lonely
3-4. the girl was wealthy but lonely without her parents to love her
5-7. she had always laid outside at night watching the sky on top of the
ground and grass
8. stars all around her
9-10. the lack of light in her mothers room tells that her motherís death
caused their strong relationship to become weak
11. the window to the bedroom was half shut resembling an eye
12. nobody slept in the bedroom after her parents had passed
13-14. the boards of the house were bright white
15-16. the leaves on the trees swayed representing calmness
17. the crickets chirping together was the only sound in the night
18-19. she is maturing and growing up by herself without anyone to raise
20. she laid beneath the stars and prayed
21-22. she thought God was taking care of her parents in Heaven
21&23. she thought God was watching out for her and listening to her
prayers before she went to bed
with all of my research i believe that to be correct but there is always
room for opinion
Jessica from United States
Comment 16 of 47, added on March 26th, 2006 at 10:44 AM.
This poem is a wonderful piece of reflective art that has universal appeal.
How can those of us who had a less than perfect childhood, fail to
empathise with this poem. In the poem Sexton shows how her trust, reliance
and support in those days could only be within nature. She turns to nature
in this poem in the way that she should have been able to turn to her
parents. It is very well-written with an indirect theme :
Cecilia from United Kingdom
Comment 15 of 47, added on February 8th, 2006 at 3:20 PM.
This is what the meaning of this poem is I believe
A thousand doors ago-so like before she had opened a thousand doors, a long
when i was a lonely kid- and only child-
in a bighouse with four
garages and it was summer
as long as I rmember- so she was rich and it seemed like the perfect home
from the ooutside-
I lay on the lawn at night
clovers wrinkling under me- she is outside at night-
my mother's window a funnel
of yellow heat running out- so in the dark when there is a light on, you
can see the rays coming out of the window, and im guessing it means that
hers and her mothers relationship was a storng one-
my fathers window, half shut
an eye where sleepers pass- so he's already alsleep, and im guessing her
parents dont sleep in the same room, he father stays a mistery to her-
and the boards of the house
were smooth and white as wax- just the moon light on the house peaceful-
and probabley a million leaves
sailed by on their starange stalks- uhm this is one i never understood
much, but i think its talking about her friends-
as the crickets ticked together- so peaceful night-
and I in my brand new body,
which was not yet a womens- so she young like 12 or 13-
told my questions to the stars- so i guess she is like praying :S-
and thought god could really see
the heat and painted light- so i guess believeing that even god could see
though her family perfect family portrate-
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight- so im guessing falling asleep-
well i had a lot of trouble with that poem and if i got it wrong polease
correct me, but i know that if there had have been an explanation like this
ofr the poem, i would have kissed the persons feet, so your welcome and
please correct what ever i missunderstood
ncc from Canada
Comment 14 of 47, added on January 30th, 2006 at 7:53 PM.
I agree and think that she is relating the poem to her childhood.It is siad
that she always felt that her parents never wanted her. They also died of
disease when she was young. I think that the poem relates to her
relationship with her parents when she was young.
trisha from Canada
Comment 13 of 47, added on October 30th, 2005 at 10:13 PM.
well all you love out their listen to this. here I go
It seem like every thing is change when some one walk in the room. you pass
me, by I had to take a look from the side. then you caugth me with those
sexy eyes. I to say some thing to you. all night, I won't show you around
my town. give me your number so we can talk. she said why so we can get
little more person. I talk her at 7:00 p.m. we talk all night. then I set a
date for tomorrow at a place nice.then I pick her up and her brilliant
color blind my eyes and I had to just stop then look at you again wondering
how did I meet beautiful girl like you one who bring fun in to my life
the I can trust to love me right she have a way of show love in a lot of
place it seem like she passion about me because she just won't stop talking
about me when she only a few hours from me can't do thing right. It the
same way with me. I can't go with out her it no long a problem when she
can't stop love me. it seem like the whole night that we talk about each
other but the night had to end. I said bye and she got out the car, call
you tomorrow bye
from United States
Comment 12 of 47, added on October 16th, 2005 at 11:16 PM.
Notice, this poem is spoken in one breath with no periods or spaces between
stanzas. One breath. Like that one quick breath of being young. You inhale,
you exhale, and its over. Think about it.
from United States
Comment 11 of 47, added on October 4th, 2005 at 8:42 AM.
I didn't like this poem. While it is asthetically pleasing i thought that
there were several important issues with it. Firstly its overly sentimental
and depends heavily for its affect on the tugging of heart strings and
middle america nostalgia. Secondly its themes are alittle hackneyed and
thirdly its just a slice of americana with nothing to say about many of the
realities of life faced by most real people in the real world.
Comment 10 of 47, added on June 16th, 2005 at 2:43 AM.
This is one of the loveliest poems ever writen. Our youth becomes preciouse
only after it has become just a memory. Time flies. It's so much in our
memories that allow us to keep our lives filled with beauty and meaning.
I'm with her, this young girl, lying on the grass at dusk. I feel her words
as though it were my own memory from youth. Reading this poem is like
returning to my youth on the breath of a daydream on the crest of a cool
summer breeze. Ann Sexton, I never knew you, but I loved you. I carry this
poem in my wallet. M
from United States
Comment 9 of 47, added on June 13th, 2005 at 3:34 PM.
i thought this peom really blew b/c i have no idea what it means and i have
to write a friggen paper on it describing it w/ 1)to kill a mockingbird
2)ethan frome 3)the crucible 4)of mice and men. I have to do the paper
describing two of the books.
mdizzle from United States
Comment 8 of 47, added on June 1st, 2005 at 5:15 PM.
I could be entirely wrong, but I always saw the "yellow funnel of light"
that she speaks of to be symbolic of her relationship with her mother.
There are two windows: her mother's and her father's. She describes her
mother's window with warmth, and then in the following two lines she writes
that her father's was "half shut,an eye where sleepers pass". Her
descriptions of the windows reflect her feelings toward her parents. I hope
that this helped!
ps- this poem has been one of my favorites for a long time, and with the
onset of summer, "I Remember" is a fun one too :).
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